#road warrior athletics

[wonuuism]

hear me out:

lovely runner!au with sunghoon..!

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warnings: major character death, mentions of disability (wheelchair use) and mental illness, kinda angsty? but it’s also funny too i swear

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you’re a massive fan of this idol called sunghoon

like diehard‼️

like you’re running out of space on your walls to put up posters of him and his group

you became a fan after he randomly called you once as part of a section on a radio show

you had been really struggling with depression after getting paralyzed from a car accident a few days prior

he was so sweet and told you exactly what you needed to hear🥹

thanked you for being alive and whatnot

sunghoon was the one who made you want to live again, so you repay him by being his BIGGEST fan

you are the keyboard warrior — you’ve doxxed plenty of his antis that they’re now afraid of twitter user @parksunghoonluvr2024

all the ip addresses you’ve “leaked” are fake but they don’t have to know that🤫

obviously you go to his concert

but unfortunately you lost your ticket on the bus there so you weren’t able to actually go in and you’re forced to enjoy the concert (or what you can hear of it) from outside😔

and of course your electric wheelchair just HAS to break down on your way home when it’s snowing

you’re afraid you’re going to die of hypothermia when a car stops beside you

and out steps park fucking sunghoon

!!!

he shields you from the snow with an umbrella and asks if you’re okay

you’re just there like 👁️👁️ omg

sunghoon offers you a ride home but your friend (un)luckily arrives just in time and drives you home instead👹

you get home, wash up, and as you’re about to get into bed you read the title of a new’s article

“park sunghoon rushed into xx hospital er after falling from a critical height”

…. wtf

you’re losing your mind bc there’s no way he’s about to die?!

he was smiling down at you hours ago and now he’s being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance??

you rush out of your house hysterically, clutching his digital watch you bought off an auction tightly in your grasp for good luck

you’re crossing a bridge on the way to the hospital when someone bumps into you and knocks the watch out of your hand into the shallow creek below😀

you curse under your breath as you head down and drag yourself through the water on your elbows to retrieve the watch, wheelchair abandoned on the sidewalk

it’s freezing but that’s the last thing on your mind right now

finally reaching it, your heart sinks when you realize it no longer works

the screen doesn’t light up with the time like it used to🥲

panicking, you press all the buttons on it

unbeknownst to you, the clock strikes midnight

and the moment you press a button on the watch the second it becomes 00:00, you’re transported someplace else

… for some reason you’re standing in the middle of your old high school hallway??

wait

standing!?

you look down and wiggle your toes

omg you’re actually wiggling your toes what

for a second you’re just stood there like🧍‍♀️

you come to the conclusion that you must’ve fallen unconscious in the creek and that this is a hyper realistic dream

since this is a dream anyway, you’re going to make the most of it

having been a fan of sunghoon’s for so long you had learnt that his high school was actually right in front of yours

so you skip whatever class you had at that moment and run straight to the school across the road

you stop the first guy you see and ask him where you could find park sunghoon

poor guy’s scared bc some random girl came up to him, grabbed his shoulders, and demanded to know where his classmate was

but he still tells you that sunghoon’s not at school right now but at a meet instead

right — sunghoon was on track to become a professional figure skater in high school

so of course you run over to the stadium he trains at (another piece of information you gained during your time as his fan😁)

teeechnically you’re not allowed inside because literal national athletes are training inside but this is a dream right?

rushing in, you head directly towards the ice rink and immediately spot him

he’s absolutely breathtaking😱

he was incredibly handsome as an idol, but seeing him in his high school years made you realize that he had always been jaw-droppingly gorgeous

he and his movements are stunning as he glides, twirls, and jumps over the ice with poise and grace

as soon as he steps off the rink you’re yelling his name and running towards him

his coach, fellow skaters, and sunghoon himself turn to look at you, everyone’s eyes widening when you launch yourself at him and wrap your arms tightly around his waist

you’re so happy he’s alive in your dream and you want to make the most of this opportunity your mind had given you

you apologize for not having realized that he was struggling so much and praise him for how brave he was to have kept going even when times got hard

all the while you’re sobbing like 🤧

everyone is at a loss for words, especially sunghoon

he’s kind of freaked out but also kind of freaking out bc

fun fact!!! sunghoon’s a big fat loser who had a huge crush on you ever since he moved in next door a couple months ago🫣

you had mistaken him for a delivery driver the day after he moved in bc he had been holding a package of yours that had been mistakenly placed on his front porch

you bounded up to him so excitedly despite the rainy weather and covered him with your umbrella

and when you smiled up at him it was K.O.😵

so forgive him for being shocked that his crush came looking for him, touched him, HUGGED HIM, and said such sweet things to him

but before he could do anything in response security appeared and took you away

even as you’re getting dragged away you’re apologizing to sunghoon and wailing his name bc you’re so upset that “back in the real world” he’s likely dead:(

sunghoon wants to tell the guards to be more gentle with you but they’ve already disappeared by the time he realizes what’s going on

everyone else is looking at him wondering wth just happened

he’s just like “…ok🫤” and keeps skating

but internally he’s malfunctioning

the little sunghoons inside his brain are screaming bloody murder🫨🫠

when he gets home later that night he squeals into his pillow and swings his feet as he lays on his stomach like a little girl

he’s SO giddy it’s crazy

and he gets giddier when he logs into his cyworld account and sees he got a friend request from YOU

HIS CRUSH

you??? want to be his friend??????

he goes to accept but ends up accidentally declining bc his dad scared him by suddenly entering his room

throws a temper tantrum bc he lost his chance to be internet friends with you😭

meanwhile you’re disappointed that he rejected your request😔

but you didn’t really blame him

bc you were starting to think that maybe this was not a dream

your mom had slapped you across your back after you got home because she had gotten a call from your homeroom teacher letting her know you weren’t in class

and it hurt. like a lot.

you’re not supposed to feel pain in dreams though..?

come to think of it, this dream has gone on for a little too long🤔

you’ve gone through a full day as your high school self with no cuts or jumps or anything like that

and your suspicions are confirmed when you wake up the next morning and you’re still a high schooler

you can’t tell if you feel like crying or laughing

maybe both

on one hand you completely embarrassed yourself in front of your celebrity crush (but not really? but kind of) yesterday by throwing yourself at him😀

on the other hand this is your chance to potentially change the future and make sure sunghoon doesn’t die

you gather all the courage you can and head out for school

but omg sunghoon is suddenly in front of you?

thing is

while sunghoon knew you guys were neighbors bc he is lowkey highkey in love with you, you had no clue he lived right in front of you

so when you run into him outside of your houses you’re just blinking dumbly at him like😐😑😐😧

then reality hits and you realize you probably look mad dumb so you manage a “hey sunghoon..”

he’s mentally overheating bc not only did you say hi but you know his name!!!!😆😆

but ofc he’s a teenage boy with pride so he has to act nonchalant

internally he’s like “hiiii pookie wookie love of my life how r uuuu🤗🥰😍😚” but he ends up saying “hey🙄”

you deflate a little at his response (barely, but sunghoon notices and immediately feels super guilty) before perking up and asking why he’s not in uniform

he says he has a meet this weekend that he has to train for so he’s not going to school

you suddenly remember that the reason he quit figure skating during high school was because he got seriously injured to the point where he could no longer compete

so you urge him to not go to the rink today

“ahaha sunghoon you look a little sick though? are you sure you should be skating? it’s going to be so cold haha you should stay home haha you’re sick😁😁”

“wtf are you on let me go i need to go skate”

this goes back and forth for a while until you get so fed up you blurt out “i can’t let you go because you’re going to get injured this meet!”

everything goes still around you — from the leaves rustling in the breeze to sunghoon, who stares unblinkingly at you

huh…?

all of a sudden everything comes back to motion and sunghoon’s looking at you weird

“did… did you not just hear me..?”

“hear what. you said nothing.😐”

anyway you brush it off and change your plans: you’ll drag sunghoon around town with you so he has no choice but to skip practice

you ask if he wants to go to a dog cafe with you to which he struggles to responds bc

1. his crush (!!!!) is asking him to hang out one-on-one but

2. he really does have to go train bc this meet is a qualifier for nationals

but when you ask him “pretty please🥺” he’s a goner. who cares what punishment his coach gives him

“sure, but i’m only going for the puppies and because you said you’ll buy food. not because of you. at all.”

you don’t care that he’s being so dismissive of your presence and happily grab his arm to run towards the bus stop

since you’re in front dragging him, you don’t see how red the tips of sunghoon’s ears turn at seeing and feeling your hand on his wrist

your visit to the dog cafe gets cut short when sunghoon starts sneezing and sniffling like crazy

turns out he’s allergic to dogs😝

you feel really bad cause why didn’t he tell you😭

you then go to a tteokbokki place instead and buy a meal for the two of you

all the while you’re still trying to convince him to not compete on saturday

“sunghoon i’ll buy you so much more food if you don’t compete”

“i can buy myself food”

you even tell him you’ll buy him pyeonyuk since you know he loves that but he doesn’t budge

disheartened, you finish up your food and you both begin heading back home

while you’re walking to the bus stop you spot a photobooth and you drag sunghoon towards it

sunghoon looks so unimpressed and continues to sport an emotionless face even as you start the timer so you’re the only one posing

but to your surprise as soon as the last picture is about to be taken he puts his arm over your shoulder and holds his hand up to your cheek in a half heart

you’re just like 😧

you end up printing two copies even though sunghoon says he doesn’t want one (he really does he wants one more badly than you do)

you put yours in the front pocket of your backpack while he places his copy in his wallet

after you guys get back home you’re laying in bed when you blink and you’re suddenly back in the freezing cold creek water

looking around you dumbfoundedly you realize you’re back in the modern world

you start to panic because you can’t feel your legs anymore and you’re really really cold and the digital watch is still dead and—

sunghoon

fearfully, you look up at the screen on the side of the building

you sob when you see the headline is the same: “park sunghoon passes away on new years after falling from a building”

at that, you begin to sob hysterically because in the end you were unable to change anything

however, back at sunghoon’s hotel room police were collecting his belongings

and on the table next to a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass is sunghoon’s copy of the picture you guys took at the photobooth all those years ago

[sanjoongie]

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👿Pairing: Supernatural Detective! Park Seonghwa x Night Security Guard! Reader (f)

👿Genre: suggestive, dark

👿Au: supernatural Au, detective au

👿Trope: s2l, tsundere! Seonghwa

👿Word Count: 2,640

👿Warnings: death, blood, exploding head, masturbation (f), fingering (f), breast play, magic seduction, feeling up (m), dubcon (groping)

👿Rated: 18+ MDNI

👿Summary: during your walk home from your late night shift, you're attacked by a ghoul. Unfortunately for you, you're saved by a cold and indifferent man who says he's a supernatural detective. Doesn't stop you from wanting to choke him…

You hated that your job took you into the wee hours of the morning. It wasn’t so much the time as what exactly seemed to prowl during those hours. It was rare for so many nasty occurances to happen during the day, but once the sun crossed over the horizon, it tended to get worse for all humans out in the world. 

That included you.

You had a fairly cushy, well paying job as a security guard in a mental ward. You often spent most shifts walking, stretching and glancing at dark corners with a flashlight. It paid well and allowed you the comfort of maintaining your night owl life, so it wasn't necessarily bad. 

The trouble was that all sorts of misfortune happened during the hours that you had to walk home. Tonight was no different. You could only hope it had been a stalker, a creep or murderer. At least you could have had a chance against another human. 

The screech that had echoed down the empty streets towards your walking form sounded much like a car screeching its tires as it took a corner a little too quickly. You dismissed it as college kids out having fun. But instead of a rumbling motor, you heard the pitter-patter of flesh against asphalt. 

You spun around out of confusion more than anything and then your eyes grew wide at what you saw was pursuing you. Its arched bone-knobbly back spoke that it wasn’t human--or of this world really. Its glowing pink eyes really underlined how unnatural it truly was. It was on four limbs and coming at you quickly. 

You had a second to decide you were running and you were gone down the road. The screeching of the creature grew louder and your stomach dropped. You changed direction to go down a dirt-worn alleyway where the access to garages and the collecting of garbage occured. 

The change from asphalt to dirt was a bad idea in your attempt to shake the creature off. You almost wiped out to your knees. Your hands found some slight purchase and you were able to push yourself back up but you knew it had cost you precious time you could not afford to lose.

Dogs barked into the night, locked up and safe in their respective houses as you and the creature after you tore down the alleyway after you. Your own heartbeat was hammering in your ears and your chest was burning with the lack of air.

You heard one last screech and then no more running. Before you could process what had happened, you felt pain in your shoulder. You barely put your arms up to stop your descent as the creature had launched themselves onto your back. You cried out in pain as its talons dug into your shoulder.

This was it. You had done your best but you weren’t an athlete nor a modern day warrior. You had no training to protect yourself against an attacking creature. You were just going to be another fatality of the night and there was nothing you could do about it. 

You braced yourself for the inevitable. You closed your eyes and held your breath, hoping it wouldn’t be too painful of a death when a man’s voice roared. You felt a wet substance fall on your body and then the creature collapsed beside you. 

“You can get up now, it’s dead.”

You pushed yourself up, observing the pink goop, of what used to be the creature’s head, all over you and the ground. You took one breath inwards and then screamed when everything that had just occurred hit you like a ton of bricks.

A man sighed loudly. “That’s nothing to scream about. It was just a level one ghoul, geez.”

Your mouth shut at the verbal jab. You glared up at whoever dared lowball your near-death experience. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He looked at you with clear disdain. “Hardly. Killing a ghoul is nothing to joke about.”

“I almost died!” You shouted. You wiped off the goo on you with a disgusted noise.

The man shrugged. He unbuttoned his blazer and reached into his inner pocket. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one that was black as coal. His lighter was a custom metal one that you refilled. There were figures and words on the item, but the man confidently lit his cigarette so quickly, you had no time to discern what they were exactly. He took a hearty puff of his cigarette and then released it through his nose.

Finally, he deigned to speak. “But you didn’t.”

Your fear of the past few minutes of your feeble life suddenly fueled the fire that raged through you. “Who the fuck are you to just dismiss me?”

“Park Seonghwa, supernatural detective, if you must truly know. But more importantly, the man who just saved your life.” He inhaled deeply once again, the embers of his cigarette traveling quickly down the cancer stick. 

“Well, okay, mister supernatural detective SIR!” You shouted. “Just because you saved me doesn’t mean you can pretend that that wasn’t the most singular terrifying moment of my entire life.”

Seonghwa sneered at you, lifting one corner of his lip at you in derision. “Must be nice.”

You stomped your foot and let out a muffled scream of frustration. “Right, well, this has been SUPER unpleasant but I’m going home to shower off this entire experience.”

“Prohibere,” Seonghwa growled. He did some fancy hand gestures and you suddenly found that you couldn't move a muscle.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Seonghwa scoffed at you. “I still need to take you in for a statement.”

You didn’t even have enough control over our eyelids to narrow your eyes up at the insufferable man in front of you. The way he continued to smoke his cigarette until he was finished, the beginnings of chain smoking, made you seethe with rage. He cautiously tossed it to the ground, snuffing it out with the ball of his foot and his ridiculously pointed shoes.  

“Now be a good girl and follow me where we need to go. I’d rather not waste any more precious magic on you for the rest of the night,” Seonghwa commanded.

He snapped his fingers, a flash of anagrams floating in the dark night like after-lights from a sparkler. You were released and you gasped greedily for air. 

“You mother cunter,” You cursed in between intakes of breath. 

Seongwha raised an eyebrow at you. “Not too respectful, are you?”

You were going to kill him. You weren’t sure, seeing as how he had plenty of magic up his sleeve and you were a lowly dumb human but you promised yourself you would find a way to wrap your hands around that neck. 

“Can’t you just magic it out of my head?” You demanded. 

“I’d prefer not to take out all your memories from your boring little head, no thank you, just tell me where you were when you realized the creature was chasing you.” Seonghwa pulled out a notepad next. He licked his thumb, turned a few pages, and posed with a fountain pen, preparing to take your statement. 

You laughed mirthlessly. “Fuck you.”

Seonghwa blinked unbelievingly. “All you have to do is tell me everything you experienced and we can get out of each other’s hair.”

“Have you ever heard that you can catch flies better with honey than vinegar? You should try it some time,” You spat.

Seongwha sighed heavily behind you once you promptly turned on your heel and started down the alleyway the way you had entered. “Fine,” He grumbled. “I can offer you hospitality. How does a magic shower and perhaps some restorative brew?”

“A magic shower?!” You said skeptically.

Seonghwa brushed the fringe of his hair out of his face somewhat snobbily with his pinky. “It specializes in removing ghoul goo. It’s especially good getting it out of your hair.”

Where the majority of the goo on you was currently residing. The bugger. “Fine.”

“Appareo,” Seonghwa intoned. His thumb and forefinger made a square, and when he stretched them outwards from each other, a house appeared at the end of the alleyway where you had been heading.

“Mansion de Mysterie,” Seonghwa informed you. “Head quarters, if you will. You can clean up, I’ll patch you up and you’ll give me your complete statement. Sounds good?”

You tried not to grit your teeth at the reminder that he had asked you to be a good girl earlier and just simply do as you were told. But you had just been attacked by a supernatural creature, been hurt by it and had its blood all over you. Where else were you going to get help for this if not by a self-proclaimed supernatural detective?

The foyer of the Mansion de Mysterie had a roaring green fire-fueled fireplace. Gargoyles decorated the mantle. You didn’t have much of a chance to study that either, unfortunately, as Seonghwa stomped his way up an impressive set of dark walnut staircases. “The room’s up here, Spitfire.”

You grimaced at the new nickname. “What a welcoming host.”

“I’d rather not be a host at all,” Seonghwa grumbled back at you. 

The shower in question was one of those fancy rainshower heads. Seonghwa tapped a tile that had an inverted triangle. As he did so, what seemed like liquid sunshine, began to fall from the showerhead. 

“After you,” Seonghwa said, sweeping into a deep bow, folding one arm around his stomach and the other showing the way.

You knew he was mocking you. Your fingernails dug into your palm painfully as your hands closed into fists. “Fuck off.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Seonghwa left the room with a firm shut of the door.

The worst part was actually removing your jacket and shirt. The wounds from the ghoul’s talons were deep and you knew that you had some torn muscles. You let out garbled yells but managed to get rid of all your clothes before stepping under the shower. 

You gasped as you felt all the pink goo of the ghoul slough off. It fell to the ground grey in color, as if it was harmed by the magic shower but that seemed like overkill to your brain. When you finished, you found fluffy towels. You dried your hair with one and wrapped another one around your body. You sat on the bed in the room and sighed. 

The shower had cleaned you but your mental state was still shaken. Not one of your muscles had relaxed, and suddenly you craved an old fashioned hot water shower. You didn’t know how to work the magic shower, nor if it was even capable of it. 

There was another way to relax yourself. You licked your lips. Fuck it, you had almost just died, right? Time to live each moment as if it was your last.

You untucked your towel and immediately cupped your breasts. You twisted and pulled at your nipples until you began to whimper. You reached between your legs and dipped your finger between your folds. Immediately that look of disdain from Seonghwa flashed through your mind and his good girl comment. 

Is that what the cold, bitch-faced man was like in bed? Full of degradation and command? You pushed your middle and ring finger into your heat and whispered Seonghwa’s name. You had seen plenty of his hands this night, you were sure they’d feel good inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Seonghwa,” You grunted as you began to move you fingers in and out of yourself. 

“The faster we get that restorative brew in you, the faster you can feel better--”

Seonghwa dropped a metal tea set on a tray in shock to see your fingers deep in your cunt, his name leaving your previously poisonous lips. He practically peered down his nose at you, chill emanating in his voice. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You felt utter shame course through your body, and then hot anger followed it. Once again you are being treated like the scum on Seonghwa’s shoes and you couldn’t take it anymore. You’d give anything to kill this man in cold blood. 

You had been bleeding from the wounds on your shoulder. A drop of blood fell to your shadow on the bed and it warped immediately. It detached from your body and changed form into that of a siren. Half bird, half woman, it grew to heights that were bigger than your body. Its large wing span spread, flapping its wings before its bird feet grasped Seonghwa and began to choke him to death, as was your previous wish. 

Fear washed through you like a sudden ice-bath. “Don’t kill him!” You cried out.

Seonghwa fell to his ass, staring up at the shadow siren. “That’s not what I thought was going to happen when I came into this room.”

You grabbed your towel and covered yourself fully once again. “Just help me heal and I’ll get out of here.”

Seonghwa chuckled dryly. “No, that’s not happening anytime soon. I can’t let you leave with a power like that.”

“I’m not spending another minute in your presence,” You snarled.

Your shadow lunged but this time Seonghwa was ready. “Protego!” A silver barrier blocked your siren’s attack. “Are you forgetting what I’m capable of?!” Seonghwa shouted.

“You can’t keep me locked up just because my shadow doesn't like you!” You yelled.

Your siren flew up to the ceiling, circling, like she was looking for a weak point. 

Seonghwa gritted his teeth. “It’s imperative I get all the details about the attack. If there is a pack of ghouls, they need to be dealt with. This is bigger than you or I!”

“I’m not a fucking micro organism you can study under a damn lens!” You roared back. 

Your siren must have found what she was looking for. She swooped in, her talons striking the shield and breaking Seonghwa’s spell. Seonghwa’s eyes widened a fraction in surprise. 

“If you’re a manipulatrice de l’ombre. You have to learn to control your power or it’ll lash out at anyone!” Seonghwa protested. His tongue came out to lick his lips nervously and your brain caved.

Your siren reacted to the jolt of lust that shot through your lower half. She landed on her taloned feet and stood before the detective. She lifted Seonghwa up by grabbing both of his upper arms. She popped the button to his blazer. Then she loosened his tie, followed by pulling apart his shirt. She drew a hand down his torso until she found his belt buckle. She undid his belt and yanked his pants half down his ass.

Seonghwa’s face was a lovely shade of pink now. His breathing was heavy and he was biting down on his lower lip. “Wh--what are you dd-doing, Sp-spitfire?” He stuttered. 

“I--” 

You watched with bated breath as the siren cupped Seonghwa through his underwear and he groaned lowly. “Stop that,” You hissed. The siren flew back with a swift backwing motion. 

Seonghwa couldn't meet your eyes as he pulled his pants up. “That makes us even for earlier,” He mumbled. 

You nodded quickly. “Sure.”

“I’ll go make another restorative brew. There should be some clothes in the wardrobe. Get dressed and join me downstairs. Please.” Seonghwa shot you a look and then avoided your eyes immediately when he found your gaze on him. 

As soon as your door closed, you scolded your shadow. “You have to learn how to hold back!” You waggled a finger at her.

Your siren shrugged as if to say ‘it’s not my fault’ and then flew to reconnect to your body. The siren became your shadow again and you shuddered. As if your night couldn't get anymore fucked up…

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[aziraphales-library]

hello! i just recently read the rainbow road series and its absolutely amazing would definitely recommend it to anyone :) it's about crowley (AJ) and aziraphale (ezira) both being f1 drivers and it's been so fun to read so i'm wondering if you know other fics with these two involved in some sports as athletes or something??

thank you!!

Hi. We have a #sports tag. Here are more to add...

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And the first fic in the series you mentioned, which we have recommended before...

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- Mod D

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And here is the final part of the mini-series, a continuation of this post!

V/ The foundation of Delphi

Delphi was the main land of Apollo. Soon after his victory over Python, he built in the middle of the Pytho area an altar, in the center of a sacred wood. The place was entirely desert and Apollo wondered how he would find priests for his new cult when he saw, over by the dark sea, a ship of Cretan. Taking the shape of a dolphin, he went to greet them and jumped onto the ship, scaring the sailors. The men’s terror grew even stronger as they realized they could not control their ship anymore, which drifted all of its own, going around the Peloponnesus, into the golf of Corinth, and stopped by the shores of Crissa. Taking back his divine appearance, Apollo told the Cretan sailors that they would never return to their original city, and abandon their wives and houses to rather guard his temple. In exchange, he promised that they would know the wills and desires of the Immortals, that they will be constantly honored by other men, and that they will have in abundance all sorts of resources that will attract other illustrious figures of their time. Finally, he told them to use Delphinian as the name to invoke him, since they first saw the god in his dolphin shape. This was the origin of Delphi – and this legend has been used to explain Apollo’s role as a god of navigation and sea expeditions, especially the colonization process.

However, Apollo did not stay all the time in Delphi. Every year, at the end of autumn, he went beyond the Riphean Mountains where Boreas ruled, into the mysterious land of the Hyperboreans. There, under a sky that was forever filled with light, lived happy and virtuous people devoted to the worship of Apollo. It was said that Leto herself originated from this peaceful land, that she had left under the shape of a she-wolf to go to Delos. When spring returns, Apollo returns to Delphi on a chariot drawn by either white swans or monstrous griffins. Other sources rather said his annual travels brought him to Lycia rather than Hyperborea.

VI/ Apollo’s feats

Apollo, the celestial archer who never misses a shot, is known for various exploits. He fought against the Aloads, Ephialtes and Otos: those two giants, sons of either Aloeus or Poseidon, wished to marry Hera and Artemis, and to do so tried to take over Olympos, piling up the mount Pelion over the Ossa mountain in an attempt to climb to the realm of the gods. They would have succeeded if Apollo hadn’t shot them down with his arrows. Another tradition rather gave Artemis as the vanquisher of the Aloads. Apollo was also said to have killed Tityos, a giant who tried to rape Leto. The god wasn’t kinder on mortals. A man named Phorbas, leader of the Phlegyans, was said to have an enormous strength. He settled on the road that led to Delphi, and there he forced all travelers to wrestle with him – if they lost the fight, which they always did, he killed them through various tortures. Apollo disguised himself as a human athlete and one day met with Phorbas for a wrestling match – he knocked out Phorbas with a single strike of his fist. Apollo also had to fight Herakles himself: the hero had gone to Delphi, but since the Pythia couldn’t give him what he wanted, he took away the sacred tripod. Apollo immediately appeared and tried to take back the tripod from Herakles, the two engaging in a physical fight. To end the battle, Zeus himself had to interfere, forcing Herakles to give back the tripod before reconciling the two adversaries.

It should be said that Apollo could not stand any offense towards either him, or his worship. The archer Eurytos dared to challenge the god, and paid his arrogance with death. It was because Agamemnon, before the city of Troy, had offended gravely his priest Chrysis that the god, during nine days, threw deadly arrows over the army of the Greeks, causing many of their warriors to go to the realm of Hades. Apollo had a specific reputation among the Olympians: when he entered the assembly of the gods, all stood up as a mark of respect. His mother Leto was in charge of removing his bow and quiver, that she hanged on a nail of gold on the column near his father. Zeus always welcomed his son by offering him nectar in a golden cup ; and Leto was said to always be proud of having birth such an illustrious son, armed with such a dreaded bow. Only the clever Hermes had no fear of Apollo, and didn’t hesitate to play pranks and tricks on his half-brother, notably by stealing his cows away.

VII/ Apollo’s servitude

Despite the fact that Apollo was one of Zeus’ favorite children, he suffered twice from Zeus’ wrath. The first time was when he participated in a plot against Zeus organized by Hera, and that only failed because of Thetis’ intervention. Zeus, angry, condemned Apollo to go with Poseidon serve the king of Troy, Laomedon, for a whole year. While Poseidon worked on building the walls of Troy, Apollo kept the cows of the king on the slopes and in the woods of the Ida mountain. Once the year was done, Laomedon refused to pay the gods the salary he had promised them, even threatening to cut off their ears if they insisted. Out of revenge, Poseidon summoned a man-killing sea-monster, while Apollo unleashed the plague over the land. The second time was when Apollo, wanting to avenge the death of his son Asclepios, killed the Cyclops who had forged the lightning with which Zeus had murdered the healer. Zeus punished his son by sending him to earth, this time as the servant of Admetos, king of Pherae. He acted as the guardian of his mares and sheep, and he was very devoted to his master, even helping him with his wedding, and saving him from an imminent death. These two episodes are both presenting Apollo under his pastoral aspect: Apollon Nomios.

While he kept flocks and herds, Apollo plays the lyre, because he is the musician god by excellence. Around him, attracted by the divine music, deer, does and wild animals of the forest come frolicking. But did Apollo create the lyre? Some claim he did, but it rather seems its inventor was Hermes. Apollo effused to have any musical instrument ever compared to his lyre or his cithara. One day, as he was on the mountain Tmolos, he was challenged by a satyr named Marsyas who, having discovered the flute invented and cursed by Athena, had gained incredible musical talents. A jury was created, among which stood the Muses and the king of Phrygia, Midas. At the end of the tournament, Apollo was declared the winner by every member of the jury, except Midas who preferred Marsyas. Apollo punished the king by giving him donkey ears, as for his unfortunate rival, he had him tied to a tree, skinned alive and what was left of him was hanged at the entrance of a cavern that could be seen from all the Celaenae region. According to other traditions, the musical battle was between Apollo and Pan, rather than Marsyas.

VIII/ Apollo’s loves

It seems that a god who embodies youth, strength and grace should have had a lot of willing lovers and sweet romances. Yet, while Apollo’s love stories are numerous, most of them are marked by the resistance of those Apollo tried to woo or seduce, and most also end up in tragic ways.

He was loved by the Oceanid Melia, who gave him Ismenios ; by Corycia, who mothered Lycoreus ; by Acacallis, mother of Phylacides and Philandros. But he tried in vain to seduce the nymph Daphne : daughter of the river Peneus, she was as wise as she was beautiful and since she rejected all of Apollo’s attempts at seducing her, the god resorted to violence. The maiden fled away, but Apollo hunted her down, and as soon as she felt the predatory arms of the god wrapping around her, she begged Gaia. Immediately the earth opened up, Daphne disappears, and in her place was the laurel-tree, that Apollo made his sacred plant. Kyrene, said to be the daughter of king Hypseus, was a huntress nymph. Apollo saw her one day on the slopes of the Pelion, while she was fighting a lion. Charmed by her beauty and bravery, she took her on his golden chariot and took her away to Lybia, where she gave birth to Aristeus.

Several mortal women also refused Apollo’s charms. Castalia, a young girl of Delphi, ended up throwing herself in a fountain to avoid the lust of the god: the fountain was later named after her. Acacallis (not to be confused with the nymph of the same name, listed above) and Chione were loved simultaneously by Hermes and Apollo. Chione, daughter of Dedalus, had from Hermes Autolycos and from Apollo Philammon: very proud of her sons’ beauty, she dared to mock Artemis’ sterility, and in punishment she was killed by the goddess’ arrows. Acacallis, also called Deione, was the daughter of Minos, and her father had sent her to Libya where she met Apollo, and had two sons from him: Amphithemis (also called Garamas) and Miletos. When Miletos was delivered, his mother, fearing Minos’ wrath, had her baby taken away to the forest ; but thanks to Apollo’s protection, wolves took care of the newborn and the child grew with them. Shepherds later discovered him and brought him out of his wilderness: later, when Minos started to suspect Miletos’ true identity, the boy had to flee in Asia Minor, where he founded the town of Milet. Linos, Apollo’ child by Psamathe (daughter of the Argos king Crotopos) was less happy: his mother had him “exposed” (abandoned in the wild) to hide his birth, and he was devoured by dogs. When Psamathe learned this, she knew such a pain her father learned of her secret and had her put to death. In retaliation, Apollo caused a terrible plague over the city of Argos, which only ended when Crotopos was exiled. Apollo had another son named Linos, a musician-hero born of the god and the Muse Urania.

The story of Apollo and Coronis is one of tragical horror. Coronis, daughter of Phlegyas king of the Lapithes, had been loved by Apollo, and birthed a son. Before giving birth, she married an Arcadian named Ischys. A crow, that Apollo had ordered to watch over Coronis, told the god about this infidelity. In his fury Apollo cursed the crow, whose feathers turned black, and he killed Coronis and Ischys. According to some, he actually entrusted Artemis with his murderous revenge. The husband and wife were carried to the funeral pyre, and Coronis’ body was half-consumed when Apollo appeared and took out of the flame the almost-born baby, that became Asclepios, the god of medicine. When Phlegyas learned who was the cause of his daughter’s death, he attacked Delphi and burned Apollo’s temple – but the god killed him in return, and he was thrown in Tartarus where he still is tortured for his sacrilege.

One day, as she was picking flowers on the slopes of the Acropolis, Creusa, daughter of Erechteus and Praxithea, was discovered by Apollo and they made love in a grotto nearby. Later she gave birth in this same place to a son, Ion. Apollo told Hermes to collect the child and bring him to Delphi, where he would be devoted to the temple. However Creusa had meanwhile married Xuthos, and couldn’t give him a child. They went to the Delphi oracle to have this sterility be explained, and they were told that the first being they would encounter upon leaving would be their son: and it was precisely Ion that they met. Xuthos adopted him but Creusa, jealous, tried to poison Ion, who in turn attempted to kill Creusa. The Pythia intervened and explained the situation, revealing the true link between Creusa and Ion. Xuthos was then also told the truth, but by Athena, and he received from Apollo the solemn promise that he would have two sons of his own, Doros and Acheos. Alongside Ion, these three boys were the ancestors of the entire Greek race.

From Thyria, Apollo had a son named Cycnos, a beautiful young man who was in love with his hunting companion Phylios. But, abandoned by Phylios, Cycnos threw himself out of despair in the Canope lake, soon followed by his grieving mother. Apollo turned the mother and the son into swans. From a girl named Cyrene (sometimes called Asteria), Apollo had another son, Idmon, who had the gift of divination. He took part in the Argonaut expedition, and there saw that he would die during the journey. He still however went on the expedition, and indeed ended up dying due to the bite of a snake. Divination, in fact, plays an important role in many of the love-legends of Apollo. The god fell in love with Cassandra, the daughter of king Prima, and she agreed to offer herself to him if, in exchange, he gave her the power to know the future. Apollo agreed, but as soon as he made his gift, Cassandra refused to hold her part of the bargain. Apollo then begged for just one kiss, but as she agreed, he blew a curse into the mouth of Cassandra: he couldn’t remove the gift of divination, but he removed her ability to convince people around her, meaning that nobody would ever pay attention or believe Cassandra’s prophecies.

Apollo also loved several young men. One of them that Cyparissos, that the god turned into a cypress tree, because his lover was despaired after killing by accident his pet-stag. Another was Hyacinthos, son of the king of Laconia Amyclas. Hyacinthos was as much loved by Apollo than by Boreas and Zephyros. One day, as the young man was throwing disks with Apollo, the wind-gods, jealous, changed the direction of the disk so that it would hit Hyacinthos’ head and kill him on the spot. From the blood of the wound a flower was born, that bore the youth’s name: hyacinth. And in memory of this sad event, Laconia had a yearly celebration called the Hyacinthia, which began by lamentations and funeral offerings, before ending with joyful chants celebrating the young hero becoming immortal.

[skyler10fic]

Lightning Strikes Twice: Ch. 1

Summary: Melinda May and Phil Coulson are sent on a mission to recover a missing child in a supernatural storm. But the child they come back to Shield HQ with is not the one they were sent to find.

Read on Ao3 / See Author's note for warnings

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Shield agent Melinda May shivered in the spring night air. What a night to be on duty.

She was alone, sitting in the driver’s seat of her Shield-issued black SUV as her husband, Agent Phil Coulson, sweet-talked the local authorities. They had to get into that sports complex. Tonight.

A thunderstorm swirled overhead, but this was no natural April shower. These clouds hid a scout ship of the mighty Kree warriors. Of course, the local police didn’t know that. They only knew that the night’s baseball games were canceled due to weather, and they were instructed to redirect teams, parents, and other spectators to return next week.

Phil frowned as he trudged back to the SUV and got in.

“Any luck?” Melinda asked, already knowing the answer.

Phil sighed. “Your turn.”

“Good. I like my way.” Melinda smirked and pulled out a remote control. With the press of a button, the sounds of gunfire and the lighting of a small explosion played from a cheap special effects kit on the far side of the main building of the sports complex. Out of view of the police officers, it looked and sounded real enough, at least with the rain and the echo off the cinderblock building.

As predicted, the officers ran from their spot to the disturbance. With no more Phil Coulsons around trying to talk their way in, there was no reason for them to be at the entrance anyway. All the sane people had gone home with their young athletes, grateful for a night off instead of huddling under the bleachers in the pounding storm.

That left Melinda and Phil with a clear entrance.

“Buckle up,” Melinda warned as she floored it through the now-clear sports complex entrance and across the parking lot. Phil set off another round of special effects commotion at the building just to cover the sound of the SUV’s engine.

The dirt path to baseball diamond C wasn’t exactly meant to be a road, but it was wide enough, and with the SUV’s capabilities, it got them right to the scene of the incident.

They got out and approached the dugout cautiously. Director Fury had warned them this was no ordinary missing child case. It had been mass hysteria at this site only a few hours earlier.

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The storm had come without warning, zapping down blue and green lightning as if targeting the young players on the field. Parents shouted for their children and children cried for their parents, and the rain pounded down, muffling the chaos. A father in the Special Forces caught a photo of the lightning as his wife called for their little girl. His stomach turned as he realized what the blur was at the edge of the camera. She was only three; it wasn’t her fault. But it was just like her. Of course, she’d gone toward danger instead of running away. Another lightning flash and his daughter disappeared.

“CAROL!” he shouted as he and his wife ran toward the spot in the outfield, but it was dark, empty. Not even a hair left of her. Another flash of lightning, this time directly onto the dugout. They turned back in shock at the loud crack of the wood slat roof splintering. They thought they saw a girl inside, the same size, impossibly far for her to have run, but it was just the afterimage. The lightning flashes were playing tricks on their eyes. They turned back to each other and screamed for Carol until their lungs gave out.

Their seven-year-old son stood frozen, drenched in his white-and-mud Little League baseball uniform. He saw what they wouldn’t admit. His sister had clearly vanished. It was no runaway little girl, lost in the storm, as they would tell the police. She had called out to him as she was hit and had faded away into thin air in the blindingly bright light. He stumbled as he ran toward her, losing coordination as he slipped in the mud. She was gone.

Eventually, the Special Forces officer side of the father kicked back in and he brought the film canister to his superiors at the military base while his wife and son waited for hours into the night at the city police station. The stoic military men developed the film, and as they waited, they heard his story of the supernatural storm, still brewing over the sports complex. Though later he would deny it if anyone had asked, the desperate father asked his officers if the storm could be a foreign enemy’s technology. It was too targeted to be simple, ordinary weather.

The commanding officers exchanged silent glances, thanked the father for the intel, and offered him coffee. They then hustled back to an office with a confidential line and had phoned Shield with the developed images in hand. This lightning wasn’t natural, but it also wasn’t of human origin. Only Shield could provide answers beyond that.

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Director Fury then dispatched Phil and Melinda, and here they were, creeping around a dark, stormy park full of baseball fields and tricking police officers into abandoning their posts.

Phil signaled to Melinda to watch his back as he poked his head into the dugout. The smallest of whimpers came from within.

“Carol?” Phil whispered into the darkness. “Is that your name?”

The coast was clear around them, so Melinda glanced past him to the source of the rustle in the darkness.

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “We just want to help you find your parents. We aren’t going to hurt you.”

The shadow whimpered again, and Melinda gave up on watching for danger that wasn’t coming. She knelt down and made sure her flashlight was pointed at the ground.

“You’re safe now,” Melinda assured. She held out a hand and heard a shaky breath. “Can you be brave and come out here?”

The little girl that emerged was not blonde pig-tailed Carol Danvers at all. This little girl took Melinda’s breath away. Part Chinese, Melinda was sure of it, with Caucasian features too, though it was hard to tell in the flashlight’s dim glow. Something inside her knew, as she locked eyes with the girl, that this child could well have been hers and Phil’s. If they had been able…

Phil put on his best dad smile. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The little girl shook her head. She couldn’t have been more than three at the most.

“I’m Phil,” he introduced. “And this is my wife, Melinda. We want to help you get home.”

The little girl lurched forward and grabbed Melinda’s outstretched hand. She was a little unsteady on her feet, so Melinda picked her up without thinking. The little girl clung to her and started crying. She snuggled into Melinda’s shoulder and wept, making Melinda hold her tighter.

Phil furrowed his brow and pulled out his walkie-talkie. “Fury, this is Coulson.”

“Go, Coulson,” came the reply in Fury’s exhausted voice.

“Were there any other reports of missing children?”

“No, just the one you’re assigned to.” The unstated question made Phil and Melinda exchange a look of dread.

“We didn’t find a blonde girl. This one has dark hair, East Asian features? About the same age.” Phil paused. “Sir, she needs help.”

“Hmm.” Fury was silent for a while. “No reports that fit that description. Bring her in.”

Melinda brushed the little girl’s hair back, wet from the rain, and asked, “Do you know if there are any other kids out here? Maybe another girl like you?”

She raised her head and shook it “no.” And then she spoke, in a raspy whisper that broke Melinda’s heart, “Just me. I’m alone.”

They returned to their search for the child they were assigned to find, but even when they had found the master switch to turn on the lights for every field (revealing nothing), tried every door (all locked), searched every nook and cranny (empty), and called over and over for the child’s name, Carol Danvers, they had to agree with the assessment that there was no one else here. Except the police officers running toward them from the far side of the sports complex, shouting something that was probably “there they are!” and “come back here!” but they were slightly too far away to be heard clearly.

It was time to go.

The girl clung tightly to Melinda as they returned to the SUV. Melinda climbed in the back to gently strap her into the car seat meant for another child—the girl who was still missing. Instead of leaving this little one in the back seat alone, Melinda buckled in next to her to comfort her. The little girl fell asleep, exhausted by whatever ordeal she had been through in this storm. Her tiny lips parted, and her precious eyelashes lay so delicately on her still-babyish cheeks. By the time they made it back to Shield, Melinda May had fallen in love with someone else’s child.

But whose?

When they were back at Shield HQ, the little girl awoke and tried to answer their questions. She didn’t remember her own name or her parents’ names, or her address, or what town she was from. She just “forgotted.”

In the morning, the pediatrician contracted with Shield confirmed it was likely caused by the traumatic experience. Whether the memories came back would be anyone’s guess. More visually alarming, Melinda had discovered deep large bruises on the girl’s ankles, forearms, and back when changing her out of her soaking wet clothes and giving her a bath at the faux hotel room at HQ used for overnight guests. She didn’t say anything that night, settling the girl into a big bed the preschooler described as “the very comfy comfiest!” Phil returned from the office floors of the building with a plush tiger toy from the supplies they used to comfort children affected by trauma and tragedy. This certainly counted. The girl cuddled the tiger close throughout the night (and every night after) and grasped it tight through every nightmare that woke them all up with her crying and screaming until Phil and Melinda could sooth her back to sleep.

The next morning, the doctor dismissed the bruises as minor childhood injuries from running away from home in the storm, an understandable conclusion given that the girl was using everything in sight as a jungle gym, but as a skilled martial artist and agent, Melinda knew bruises intimately. These were old and intentionally inflicted.

“Who has been hurting you?” Melinda asked quietly when the doctor left the exam room and promised to send in a nurse with the evaluation paperwork and test orders to complete at the lab.

However, right now, the little girl couldn’t focus on answering any questions when there were puppies on her new, soft pink shirt to make up stories about. That morning, she hadn’t recognized the ubiquitously preschool-famous cartoon dalmatians, or know that they were called puppy dogs, which was odd, though the doctor said that was explainable by the amnesia. But otherwise, his evaluation said she seemed healthy, if a bit undernourished, and assuming the labs all came back clear, she was well enough to go home, wherever that would be now.

They searched every database and missing child alert. There were no parents that fit the half-remembered description the little girl gave. Of course, the girl also wondered why no one was blue, why cars didn’t fly here, if they could go to space soon, and a dozen other typical three-year-old questions. After two nights in the faux hotel room and three straight days at Shield HQ, as the little girl napped on a cot and Phil and Melinda and their teammates traded duties looking after her while searching for any surviving family or any matching DNA at all in international intelligence community databases, it was clear this child had nowhere to go. She really was alone in the world.

Fury brought the girl, Phil, and Melinda into a conference room. He addressed the girl first.

“I understand you don’t remember your name, but Coulson and May here have been calling you Skye, is that right?”

“Mhmm!”

“Do you like that name?”

“Yes! They says it’s because I was a gift from the sky.” She looked for approval from Melinda and Phil.

“And where did you live before you met us, Skye?”

“Up there!” She pointed to the sky out the window. “In a big city ship with the big angry blue men. But then I was sneaky sneaking on the ship and I had to hide! And then I came here and it was wet. And then I met you!”

Melinda’s heart skipped a beat. “You came from the Kree ship? Fury, are the Kree blue?”

Skye frowned and her eyes pled with the adults. “Don’t make me go back! Don’t make me! No! Nooo! I don’t wanna go back!” She kicked her little feet and shook her head. When she didn’t receive an answer, only shock from the adults, she curled in on herself, hiding her face in her knees, repeating how much she didn’t want to leave.

“We thought they were just warriors up there. To have children on that ship…” Phil trailed off and paled. If the Kree ship had not vanished when it did in the storm, Shield was about to blast it out of the sky. “The doctor said she was human! How…?”

“Whether this child is actually Kree or simply a lost human child like any other, she needs a home. A safe one. One where she won’t be hit by big men…?” At Fury’s words, Skye stopped muttering and lifted her head. “Or yelled at?” She inhaled deeply and met Fury’s eyes. “And she would get lots of hugs? And everything she needed?”

“Really?” Skye’s eyes sparkled, breaking Melinda’s heart again. “When I’m a big kid, can I go to the bus?”

“The bus?” Phil asked.

“On the scwream.” She pointed toward the hallway in the direction of the room with a TV she’d been watching the last few days. “The big kids go on the magic bus and the lady with the hair and the lizward ….”

“School,” Melinda exhaled. “Yes, you can go to school.”

“Schooool!” Skye squealed. “Even though I’m not blue!”

“No one’s blue here,” Fury corrected for the hundredth time.

“No blues,” Skye sighed in happiness. She looked directly into Melinda’s eyes with her own puppy dog hope. “Can I stay here forever?”

Melinda swallowed back tears and opened her arms. “Yeah. Yeah, kid. You can stay forever.”

Skye squealed and launched herself out of her chair and to Melinda. Phil and Fury filled out the Shield Protocol 0-84: Humanoid Dependent custody paperwork right there on the table. In Melinda’s lap, as the grown-up conversation grew boringly legal, Skye got hold of a pen and the blank back side of one of the forms and immediately started drawing their little stick figure family, along with odd symbols that might have just been scribbles, if she weren’t so intentional about them.

“Look!” Skye insisted. “Look! Look! Look!” When she was satisfied she had everyone’s attention, she pointed to the figures.

“You can be the mommy,” she said to Melinda. “You can be the daddy,” she said to Phil. “And I’m me!” She beamed in excitement. “And Director Fury can be the teacher.” She still had a babyish aw on her Rs, and it made them all melt, even battle-hardened, man-in-charge Diwectah Fuwy, which Phil would be teasing him about for months to come.

Raising a potentially alien daughter who didn’t remember her birth parents or much of anything before, with vague and likely violent early childhood trauma, would be a challenge that required some specialized professional help only Shield could provide, but this day was the first day of an otherwise blissfully happy life together. From that moment on, they were a family.

[blowflyfag]

WWE SMACKDOWN MAGAZINE: SEPTEMBER 2005

MNM

“WE’RE GOING TO BE BIGGER THAN ELVIS”

By Keith Elliot Greenberg

You might say that MNM is rewriting history one snapshots at a time. Each time one of the paparazzi snaps their picture, it helps their star shine just a little bit brighter. In fact, they enjoy having their picture taken so much that they named their fishing move the Snapshot. And similarly, every time they nail the move, it brings them one step closer to becoming one of the greatest tag teams of all time.

With each victory, the trio becomes more and more resentful of those who apparently dismissed MNM as a fad that would soon fade. In the August issue of Smackdown! Magazine, Nitro said, “We're going to be bigger than Elvis, bigger than the Beatles.”

When you make statements as pompous as that, it’s understood that many will root against you. But MNM expected contempt from opponents, as well as the fans they’d derided as “too weird, too fat, too stupid, too scared, or too damn normal.” Now the trio believes their harshest detractors are the same journalists and paparazzi profiting from covering the electrifying new tag team.

“I have plenty of admirers in high places who’ve told me what these weasel journalists utter behind our backs,” Melina says. “I heard that some even started a pool over whether we’d be on a losing streak by the time the August issue of SmackDown! On sale–and guess who’s on the cover?” 

To a degree, Melina’s self-righteousness is reasonable. After all, many observers initially tagged MNM as the team more famous for its look than anything else. Even before their first match on SmackDown!, MNM was trailed by photographers more intrigued by the threesomes' unique appearance than its achievements.

When Nitro & Mercury captured the WWE Tag Team Championship in their very first match, the popular consensus was that the gold would slip through their fingers right away. They were too arrogant, too shallow and too inexperienced to remain at the top of the tag team ranks. Somehow, MNM proved all their critics wrong. And, now, when the paparazzi appear, there’s a legitimate reason why the pictures are in such great demand. 

In April, the team came out of nowhere and captured the titles from Eddie Guerrero & Rey Mysterio–two proud Latino stars not accustomed to getting bested by untested talent. Although tensions had been simmering between Guerrero & Mysterio already, the loss sent their relationship into a tailspin. The two were soon bitter enemies, and when they reconciled for one night to challenge for MNM’s championship, the result was disastrous.

In the aftermath, Mysterio was plagued by troubling doubts, while Guerrero appeared to be possessed by demons. Meanwhile, MNM’s light only burned brighter. 

“That’s what we do,” Melina says, “We take the icons you people have chosen to worship, and we reduce them to nothing. We’re competitors, baby. And when you compete, some people lose and some people win.” “We happen to choose the latter.”

That was made abundantly clear when MNM tangled with Heidenreich and his new “friend,” Road Warrior Animal. The cocky young tag team held their ground against Animal–at one time one-half of perhaps the greatest tag team ever-refusing to be intimidated by his legendary status.

“The Road Warriors, The Midnight Express, The British Bulldogs, The Dudley Boyz, all those tag teams everyone talks about as being so great,” Melina says. “Yeah, they were probably all right in their day, but that’s the past. This is now. MNM is the tag team of the present, and of the future. Deal with it.” For Melina, that aggressive spirit extends outside the realm of tag team combat. Repelled by the notion that her fellow WWE Divas are paragons of beauty, Melina has used both violent language and sadistic behavior to diminish their status.

In one memorable confrontation with Michelle McCool, Melina actually asked her boys to remain backstage. Melina then tore into the athletic blonde with an aptitude that matched the newcomer’s managerial abilities. In the end, Melina survived a dropkick and a spear. But as her opponents straddled the ropes, punching downward, Melina shook off the bows, snatched Michelle, and defeated her with a powerbomb. 

Even among MNM’s enemies, there were immediate comparison to other females who established themselves in WWE as managers, but ultimately transcended the role.

Today, for instance, few recall that Trish Stratus actually entered WWE as the manager of T&A–the hulking duo of Albert (later A-Train) and Test. Like Melina, Trish drew fans with her good looks, but she had greater ambitions. After she struck out on her own, she dominated the Women’s Division.

Parallels have also been made to Sunny, the stunning cover girl who shepherded several teams to tag team gold in the mid-1990s. In the process, she gained a reputation as a woman who pretty much attained anything she desired. 

Others theorize that Melina’s career may most closely resemble that of Sensational Sherri. At different stages, Sherri managed Shawn Michaels, Randy Savage and Ric Flair, and also held the Women’s Championship.

Yet, those who focus on Melina fall into the trap MNM hopes to set–diverting opponents away from the strengths and weaknesses of Nitro & Mercury.

Mercury all but admitted this recently when he told a reporter, “While our opponents are busy thinking about Melina, talking about Melina, and, yes, fantasizing about Melina, Johnny and I can pretty much step into that ring and do whatever we want to them.”

Because of their early success, Nitro &N Mercury’s potential is sometimes compared with the records of other WWE newcomers who swiftly rocket to the top of their profession. But such comparisons mean little to them.

“We hear people comparing us to guys from back in the day like Kerry Von Erich, because he burst on the scene and won the Intercontinental title right away,” Mercury says. “But those people just don’t get it. Bon Erich already established himself years before when he beat Ric Flair for the NWA title. Unlike the ‘Texas Tornado,’ we walked into WWE cold. We came out of nowhere and shocked all the so-called experts.”

“I mean, sure there were Superstars like Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar who came here and won titles right off the bat, but even those guys didn’t do what we did,” Nitro says. “Angle was an Olympic gold medalist; Lesnar was an NCAA Champion. WWE fans had no idea who we were that first night, when we debuted in Madison Square Garden. But we changed all that by winning the WWE Tag team titles that same night. Now, everyone knows who we are.” Perhaps it’s more appropriate to measure MNM next to Carlito, who won the U.S. Championship in his first SmackDown! match, or Christian, who earned the Light Heavyweight title in his WWE debut. Both came out of nowhere and very quickly grabbed the spotlight. And in both their cases, they have remained among WWE’s elite ever since.

“To all those people who say we got lucky, I have news for you,” Nitro says. “We were lucky the day we were born. Not everyone is blessed with the attributes we were given. And that’s too bad. But nobody says that life is fair. It’s not really our fault if we’re perfect in an imperfect world.”

It’s an attitude MNM carries on the red carpet and , as the results have shown, into the ring as well.

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Indycar Driver Lore

Indycar Driver Lore Masterlist

Josef Nicolai Newgarden

His name was originally Joseph Edgar Newgarden but it was changed when he was 6

Birthdate: Dec. 22, 1990 Hometown: Nashville, Tennessee Residence: Nashville, Tennessee Height/Weight: 6’0/177lbs

Rookie Year: 2012

Team: Penske

Follow him on: Instagram Twitter YouTube

Career Stats

2012: Sarah Fisher Hartman Racing - 23rd Overall 2013: Sarah Fisher Hartman Racing - 14th Overall 2014: Sarah Fisher Hartman Racing - 13th Overall 2015: CFH Racing - 7th Overall 2016: Ed Carpenter Racing - 4th Overall 2017: Team Penske - 1st Overall 2018: Team Penske - 5th Overall 2019: Team Penske - 1st Overall 2020: Team Penske - 2nd Overall 2021: Team Penske - 2nd Overall 2022: Team Penske - 2nd Overall 2023: Team Penske - 5th Overall

Cohosted (as of 2024 on indefinite hiatus) fan-favorite behind-the-scenes video series Bus Bros with teammate Scott McLaughlin. Bus Bros Playlist

Behind-the-scenes race weekend videos. Admit1 playlist

SRX - 2022 Nashville, 2023 Motor Mile

IMSA 2023 - Tower Motorsports - Daytona 24 | Porsche Penske Motorsport – Petite Le Mans 2024 - Porsche Penske Motorsport – Daytona 24 win

-a versatile athlete, who appeared on a 2016 episode of “American Ninja Warrior” with other NTT Indycar Series drivers and has participated in the NFL Combine and the Indiana Pacers Slam Dunk contest. He played baseball and basketball before turning to racing. -Listens to R&B and dance/EDM and is a fan of Twenty One Pilots, The Weekend, Skrillex, and Diplo -Avid gamer; is a brand ambassador for Forza Motorsport and is featured in voiceovers for multiple versions of the game, including Forza Motorsport 7 -Is an outstanding ping pong player and hosts an annual celebrity ping pong tournament around the Music City Grand Prix. It serves as a fundraiser for SeriousFun Children’s Network -Enjoys rock climbing and most outdoor activities; an avid Forza player

-cannot resist chocolate chip cookies or brownies

-doesn't like heights

Iconic/memorable moments

The rainbow cake deep throat at 15:00 "I may just put this in my crotch." 11:55 (keep watching for shirtless, sweaty Josef) Pullups with chains around his neck 0:15 (plus other drivers working out and highlights) The infamous Milk Gimp Indy 500 ad (viewer discretion advised) Drivers of the Corn - starring: Simon Pagenaud & Josef Newgarden BUS BROS Episode 12: We Got You My Favorite Summer Salad! (Because the world needs Josef Newgarden squeezing the life out food to make a salad.) starting at 0:50 Josef and Sage Karam at the 2015(?) NFL Combine 2022 INSIDE THE RACE // JOSEF NEWGARDEN Josef Newgarden shares BBQ Turkey Burger recipe LET THERE BE MILK. IndyCar off-season training hits different. Indy 500 Champ Josef Newgarden Shows Us His Workout | Train Like | Men's Health Josef Newgarden and James Hinchcliffe Visit Space Camp 2023 Indy 500: Josef Newgarden Victory Celebration Speech Josef Newgarden relives 'the worst wreck I've ever had' at Texas | 'I Survived' | Motorsports on NBC Josef Newgarden, Scott McLaughlin are teammates, friends, competitors | Motorsports on NBC PLAYING THE NEWLYWED GAME WITH THE BUS BROS: SCOTT MCLAUGHLIN & JOSEF NEWGARDEN!!!! Josef Newgarden: Defending a Championship Google Search - Josef Newgarden IndyCar Chronicles with Josef Newgarden INDYCAR 101: Driver Fitness with Josef Newgarden Josef Newgarden and Simon Pagenaud | No. 1 Josef Newgarden III (Incognito 3) INDYCAR FANswers: Josef Newgarden INDYCAR Travels: Josef Newgarden in Milwaukee Josef Newgarden Undercover

The INDYCAR Off-Season with Marco Andretti, James Hinchcliffe, Josef Newgarden and Conor Daly IndyCar: Robin Miller with Josef Newgarden at Road America Driver Josef Newgarden Red Carpet Interview from the INDYCAR Championship Celebration Josef Newgarden | Christmas Movie Quotes Reddit Asks Josef Newgarden Anything! 2022 Edition Reddit Asks Me Anything! Part 1 Reddit Asks Me Anything! Part 2 Josef Newgarden goes INTO THE CROWD to celebrate his Indy 500 victory! James Hinchcliffe talks donuts, mac & cheese and chocolate with Josef Newgarden , Romain Grosjean Will Power and more. Josef Newgarden and Scott McLaughlin | Hot Seats with Hinch

2024 Cheating scandal Team Penske hit with penalties over Push to Pass use; O’Ward declared St. Petersburg winner How Team Penske took push-to-pass beyond the limit

Penske Perfect and Details Matter are two phrases often used in conjunction with the Penske organization. And when they can be used to dunk on Ferrucci, all the better.

Josef is a perfectionist. This is a combo of his highly competitive nature - which has been said about him from a young age - and the Penske Perfect motto which he has taken to heart. He is highly critical of himself - getting very down on himself if he makes a mistake and taking the blame for things not wholly under his control. But he tried to maintain a genial if slightly arrogant image in public. He slips sometimes - there have been a few angry Twitter interactions that he later apologized for and on occasion after a race, his temper will get the better of him and he'll say things he probably shouldn't.

He can be goofy as hell as seen on Bus Bros. Scott McLaughlin has brought this out of him since becoming teammates. Josef has said that Scott makes him feel more comfortable being his real self.

I would be remiss if I did not point out Josef's thighs. He is a specimen in general but those thighs should get special attention.

Fanfic Lore

Frequently paired with teammate Scott McLaughlin. As of 2024 there has been a cooling of their friendship as Josef pulls back to focus on racing/the championship.

Historically paired with Conor Daly. They raced together in karts and lower-series cars.

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Holidays 9.19

Holidays

Aortic Disease Awareness Day

Armed Forces Day (Chile)

Arms Designer Day (Russia)

Bestselling Books Day

Biosphere Day (Australia)

Blessed Rainy Day (Bhutan)

Celebration of Labour (French Republic)

Children’s Day (Elder Scrolls)

Civil Aviation Day (Moldova)

Cosmetic Bridge Day

Day of the First Appearance of the Slovak National Council

Eleven Days of Global Unity, Day 9: Freedom

Fawlty Towers Day

Festival of Convictions (French Republic)

Frank Zappa Day (Baltimore) [also 8.9]

Hermione Granger Day

Holy Batman Day

Indra Jatra (Kathmandu Valley, Nepal)

International Aortic Dissection Awareness Day

International Athletic Training & Therapy Day

International Hop Like a Kangaroo Day

International Snakebite Awareness Day

International Talk Like A Pirate Day [  website ]

International Women's Commerce Day

Iota Phi Theta Day

Kenny Chesney Day (Tennessee)

Meow Like a Pirate Day

Mid-Autumn Festival Holiday (China)

Miners Memorial Day (Australia)

Moscow Day (Russia)

National Day of Chamame (Argentina)

National Cat DNA Day

National Ear Health Day

National Food Not Phones Day

National Jude Day

National Orthotics & Prosthetics Day (Canada)

National Meow Like a Pirate Day

National Service Day (Belize)

National Stillbirth Prevention Day

National Theater Day (Brazil)

National Woman Road Warrior Day

North Texas Giving Day (Texas)

919 Day (North Carolina)

919 mm Day

Smiley Face Emoticon Day

Thai Museum Day

Trollface Day

Visit a Sick Friend Today Day

What the Fork Day

Women’s Suffrage Day (New Zealand)

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Butterscotch Pudding Day

Popcorn Day

World Day of the Apertif

Independence & Related Days

Constitution Day (Nepal)

Hosamia (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Meytallia (Declared; 2013) [unrecognized]

Saint Kitts and Nevis (from UK, 1983)

3rd Thursday in September

Ask An Atheist Day [3rd Thursday]

Free Queso Day [3rd Thursday]

International Day of Listening [3rd Thursday]

National Donor Recruitment Professionals Day [3rd Thursday]

National Family Business Day (UK) [3rd Thursday]

National PawPaw Day [3rd Thursday]

National Sour Beer Da [3rd Thursday] (also 9.20)y

National Teach Ag Day [3rd Thursday]

RAINN Day [3rd Thursday]

Responsible Dog Ownership Day (AKC) [3rd Thursday]

Theater Thursday [3rd Thursday of Each Month]

Thirsty Thursday [Every Thursday]

Three for Thursday [Every Thursday]

Thrift Store Thursday [Every Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Transit Safety Thursday [3rd Thursday]

Turkey Thursday [3rd Thursday of Each Month]

Weekly Holidays beginning September 19 (3rd Full Week of September)

Sour Beer Week (thru 9.25) [Begins 3rd Thursday]

Festivals Beginning September 19, 2024

Adirondack Balloon Festival (Glens Falls, New York) [thru 9.22]

AppleJack Festival (Nebraska City, Nebraska) [thru 9.29]

Bourbon & Beyond (Louisville, Kentucky) [thru 9.22]

Clarkson Honeyfest (Clarkson, Kentucky) [thru 9.21]

Clay County Golden Delicious Festival (Clay, West Virginia) [thru 9.22]

Draft Horse Classic and Harvest Fair (Grass Valley, California) [thru 9.22]

Dwight Harvest Days (Dwight, Illinois) [thru 9.22]

Euphoria (Greenville, South Carolina) [thru 9.22]

Fantastic Fest (Austin, Texas) [thru 9.26]

The Frankenmuth Oktoberfest (Frankenmuth, Michigan) [thru 9.22]

Greek Festival (Columbia, South Carolina) [thru 9.22]

Harvest Moon Celebration (Farmington, Michigan) [thru 9.21]

Mid-South Fair (Southaven, Mississippi) [thru 9.29]

Montana Brewers Conference (Missoula, Montana) [thru 9.20]

Nappanee Apple Festival (Nappanee, Indiana) [thru 9.22]

Nez Perce County Fair (Lewiston, Idaho) [thru 9.22]

North Georgia State Fair (Marietta, Georgia) [thru 9.29]

Oktoberfest Zinzinnati (Cincinnati, Ohio) [thru 9.22]

OPA!HOMA (Tulsa, Oklahoma) [thru 9.21]

Plano Balloon Festival (Plano, Texas) [thru 9.22]

Pygmalion Festival (Urbana, Illinois) [thru 9.21]

Ravenna Balloon A-Fair (Ravenna, Ohio) [thru 9.22]

Sugar Creek Music Festival (Benton, Illinois) [thru 9.21]

Walnut Festival (Walnut Creek, California) [thru 9.22]

Wenatchee River Salmon Festival (Wenatchee, Washington) [thru 9.21]

Feast Days

Alonso de Orozco Mena (Christian; Saint)

Arthur Rackham (Artology)

Augustin Pajou (Artology)

Emilie de Rodat (Christian; Saint)

Eustochius, Bishop of Tours (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Gula (Ancient Babylonia; Goddess of Birth; Everyday Wicca)

Feast of Mato (The Bear Spirit; Lakota & Oglala Sioux)

Feast of Our Lady of La Salette (Roman Catholic; France)

Feast of San Gennaro (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Thoth (Egyptian God of Wisdom & Magic)

Feralia (Day of Purification; Pagan)

Frederick Ruple (Artology)

Ganesh Chaturthi (Indian Elephant God Festival)

Goeric of Metz (Christian; Saint)

Grape Pear Crisp Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Ingrid Jonker (Writerism)

International Forgiveness Day (Jainism)

International Talk Like a Pirate Day (Pastafarian)

Januarius (Western Christianity)

Jubilee of the Moth Moons (Shamanism)

Laurie R. King (Writerism)

Lucy (Christian; Saint)

March of the Reanimated Corpses Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Nine Ages of the Faery Kind (Celtic Book of Days)

Our Lady of La Salette (Christian; Saint)

Pablita Velarde (Artology)

Peleus, Pa-Termuthes, and companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Racine (Positivist; Saint)

Sequanus (a.k.a. Seine; Christian; Saint)

Slimey Ole Tom (Muppetism)

Theodore of Tarsus (Anglican Communion, Roman Catholic Church, Eastern Orthodox Church)

Trophimus, Sabbatius, and Dorymedon (Christian; Saints)

William Golding (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 43 of 60)

Premieres

Amadeus (Film; 1984)

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, by Michael Chabon (Novel; 2000)

Away From the World, by The Dave Matthews Band (Album; 2012)

Best in Show (Film; 2000)

Block Party or The Happy Hedsman (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 110; 1961)

Blue Velvet (Film; 1986)

Boardwalk Empire (TV Series; 2010)

The Book of Merlyn, by T.H. White (Novel; 1977)

Bosko Shipwrecked! (WB LT Cartoon; 1931)

Doogie Howser, M.D. (TV Series; 1989)

East of Eden, by John Steinbeck (Novel; 1952)

The Egyptian, by Mika Waltari (Novel; 1945)

ER (TV Series; 1994)

Fawlty Towers (UK TV Series; 1975)

Fine Feathered Friend (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1960)

Fishing by the Sea (Heckle & Jeckle Cartoon; 1946)

Fly, by The Dixie Chicks (Album; 1999)

Funny Girl (Film; 1968)

Goodfellas (Film; 1990)

The Good Place (TV Series; 2016)

Gossip Girl (TV Series; 2007)

Gramps to the Rescue (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1963)

Grendel, by John Gardner (Novel; 1971)

Hector and the Search for Happiness (Film; 2014)

Hobo’s Holiday (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1963)

How I Met Your Mother (TV Series; 2005)

Igor (Animated Film; 2008)

I’ll Never Crow Again (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1941)

L.A. Confidential (Film; 1997)

Lady and His Lamp (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1964)

The Mary Tyler Moore Show (TV Series; 1970)

The Maze Runner (Film; 2014)

Moneyball (Film; 2011)

Monkey Business (Film; 1931)

Oh Teacher (Ub Iwerks Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Disney Cartoon; 1927)

Pedagogy of the Oppressed, by Paulo Freire (Philosophical Book; 1968)

Pluto’s Party (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

Rhythm Nation 1814, by Janet Jackson (Album; 1989)

Scooby-Doo! Pirates Ahoy! (WB Animated Film; 2006)

Secondhand Lions (Film; 2003)

Spice, by the Spice Girls (Album; 1996)

Squirrel in the Scope of Ring Around the Rocky (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 109; 1961)

A Thousand Acres (Film; 1997)

Toy Town Hall (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

2 Broke Girls (TV Series; 2011)

Uncle Joey Comes to Town (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1941)

Underworld (Film; 2003)

The Virginian (TV Series; 1962)

Yanks (Film; 1979)

Zipping Along (WB MM Cartoon; 1953)

Today’s Name Days

Arnulf, Igor, Jnuarius, Wilma (Austria)

Emilija, Januarije, Suzana, Teodor, Željko (Croatia)

Zita (Czech Republic)

Constantia (Denmark)

Erna, Marna (Estonia)

Reija (Finland)

Émilie (France)

Januarius, Thorsten, Wilhelmine (Germany)

Savatios (Greece)

Vilhelmina (Hungary)

Gennaro (Italy)

Muntis, Varnesis, Verners (Latvia)

Girvinas, Vilhelmina, Vytė (Lithuania)

Connie, Konstanse (Norway)

Alfons, Alfonsyna, January, Konstancja, Sydonia, Teodor, Więcemir (Poland)

Konštantín (Slovakia)

Genaro, Jenaro (Spain)

Fredrika (Sweden)

Monroe, Morgan, Morgann, Morganna, Morganne, Precious, Sawyer (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 263 of 2024; 103 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of Week 38 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 17 (Bing-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 16 Elul 5784

Islamic: 15 Rabi I 1446

J Cal: 23 Gold; Twosday [23 of 30]

Julian: 6 September 2024

Moon: 96%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 11 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Voltaire]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 92 of 94)

Week: 3rd Full Week of September

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 29 of 32)

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Astrology: Aries

Element: Fire (electric) Modality: Cardinal (generative) Principle: Active (yang) Image: Lightning strikes from above and tears open old forms, impregnating them with seeds of new life. Date: March 20th - April 20th (T) / April 15th - May 15th (S) Animal: Ram, Lamb Glyph: ♈︎ / Horns of the ram, a fork in the road, two paths merging into one, upspring waters of fountain, a seedling emerging from the ground, outstretched arms of Christ, nose and eyebrows. Color: Red (Scarlet)

Ruler: Mars Exaltation: Sun Fall: Saturn Detriment: Venus Strength: Jupiter

Phrase: "I am" Need: To act instantaneously in the driving seat. Emotion: Anger (short-lived) Temperament: Choleric Positive: Pioneering, executive, competitive, impulsive, eager, courageous, independent, dynamic, quick. Negative: Domineering, quick-tempered, violent, intolerant, hasty, arrogant, selfish, brusque, lack follow-through. Archetype: Fool, Daredevil, Athlete, Maverick, Rebel, Instigator, Aggressor, Warrior, Trailblazer, Pirate, Clown, Hero, Motivator, Conqueror, Enthusiast

The spirit of Aries thrives on spontaneous action, embodying the very essence of life force, birth, and uninhibited energy. This is reminiscent of a baby coming out head-first, eager and ready to experience life. In doing so, it becomes an independent entity, unbound and free, with the prerogative to choose its own path right at the onset of its journey.

Aries wants to make an impact, especially on things that grow and expand, carrying their influence. They often feel an inner drive to create, either believing it's a divine calling or a way to achieve legacy. Ideas and impulses come to them from outside sources. They act as a channel for the memories and spirits of their ancestors. Past energy builds up around them like a storm cloud, and when it releases, it comes out powerfully and intuitively through them. They don't create this force; they release or channel it. To truly get them, you need to look beyond just their personal experiences.

Every new start requires an original idea and it's bold to take this leap. Sometimes we need to risk everything without giving a second thought to the consequences or potential reactions. However, this impulsiveness can quickly inspire contempt in others. Known for disrupting the establishment, Aries comes across as lacking etiquette, even being slobbish at times. There is an innate tendency to reject norms, often accompanied by a definitive "no". This spirit carries an air of arrogance, constantly proclaiming the truth of new ideas with immediate conviction, even if they've just thought of them. Their confidence stands undeterred whether based in competence or sheer folly, without any need for external support.

They have many ideas and speak passionately about various topics. However, they usually don't deeply analyze or overthink things. Social interactions might label Aries as unsophisticated, but this is merely a reflection of its unconditioned nature. This spirit is driven by unchecked impulses to explore and assert itself, with a headstrong attitude that prioritizes forward motion without much foresight. It’s about just doing, not looking back, with an unwavering belief that the future is now. They don't stick to one idea because they believe more will come from their inner thoughts. Life is about exploration and trying new things. There's a childlike excitement in Aries, a reminiscence of the pure wonder and fantasy of childhood, marked by exuberant playfulness, undying ambition, and a love for laughter.

They are never truly content and it's not because they're critical, but because they don't feel complete or fulfilled by their actions. They're always at the start of a project and yearn for the satisfaction that comes with completing it. They remember how fulfilling the end of previous work felt and are eager to experience that feeling again. The only way for them is to keep moving ahead, often impatiently, to achieve the fulfillment they seek.

Its fiery nature makes it impatient and restless, always on the move until it reaches burnout. Aries calls it as they see it, often being too honest and straightforward, cutting through pretense. They can be irritable with a penchant for instigating challenges and a reckless attitude. With no read of others capabilities they can be quick to misjudge, viewing people as either incompetent or idealizing them as being more important or capable than they are. This leads to disappointment and frustration when faced with the physical reality.

Any instruction from Aries tends to come across as forceful, lacking the proper coordination that is required in group dynamics or mutual exchange. Their ideas can be wasted because they're not presented in an acceptable manner. In the quest to be helpful, they may push ideas on people when they aren't ready to be accepted or they're uncalled for. Just as quickly as they might remark or do something, they can regret what they said or did. If they ever do wrong, it usually wasn't intentional. When they become used to not being received well or not being able to work with others, they adopt the attitude of a lone warrior or vagabond. They overburden themselves and carry all aspects of every assignment or production because they don't see any other way to bring their ideas forward. They must prove themselves by doing everything well and showing others how to do things the right way, often by doing it for them.

The spirit serves as a representation of the consequences one might face for acting out of line or being disobedient. It's a journey of retaliation, paving the path ahead no matter the cost, and finding a way through the cracks of any system. Underlying this is a pressure to showcase courage, to stand up instead of succumbing to fear or compliance. They tend to resonate with the underdog and those who are struggling against the status quo in the pursuit of a dream. It's not uncommon for them to have an affinity for the homeless or to become the champion of a lost cause.

They often fight or challenge situations just to feel alive. Ideally, Aries is not just looking for where there is a fight to be started but a worthy opposition that can only be discerned by the innate wisdom they're born with. In the pursuit of authenticity, they must find a battle that is essentially their own and theirs alone. By the same token, their ideas won't do justice given to the wrong people. If they don't stop trying to force what doesn't work, they'll continue butting heads back and forth with the same obstacle; at the deficit of both parties and at the expense of their original intention. When Aries is faced with too much opposition they can be rendered aimless and sheepish.

Reincarnation (Aries) ← Dissolution (Pisces) Pisces represents a phase of letting go, preparing the way for Aries to emerge unburdened. For something new to arrive, we need to release previous expectations and commitments, making room to align with the present situation. Endings and beginnings are two sides of the same coin. The old always makes way for the new. One man's loss is another man's gain. When we embrace the contradiction of Pisces, we create room for the nuance of Aries. When we accept what can't be changed, we release the need for control and allow for ourselves to be surprised.

Bursting (Aries) → Sustaining (Taurus) As the fastest moving sign, Aries is quick to exhaust itself. It's the runner sprinting forward at the beginning of a race, whereas Taurus is the pace needed to finish a marathon. Taurus grounds the energy of Aries to ensure any initiative will be lasting and sustainable. Ideas are prioritized and methodically brought into fruition.

Lust (Aries) or Indifference (Libra) While Aries champions individuality, autonomy, and directness, it actively distances itself from Libra's focus on mutual consensus, diplomacy, and partnership. Aries thrives on unbridled self-expression and frank honesty, while viewing Libra's harmonious and indirect approaches as circuitous and passive. Valuing personal freedom and decisive action, Aries often disregards Libra's emphasis on social order, fairness, and cooperative decision-making.

Appearance Curly or wavy hair, often red or blonde, large and hardy vertically stretched forehead, something striking or notable about the eyes, eyebrows, forehead or hair, arched brows pushing forward as forehead sweeps back, back of head rising toward the crown, nose either narrow and aquiline or upturned with nostrils exposed, snarling expression, freckles, moles or scars on face, very narrow/very wide jaw, widow's peaks (V-shaped hairline), head tilted forward, sharp features, high cheekbones, angular facial features, reddish complexion, flushed appearance, posture is erect or tense, lean and muscular due to a higher rate of catabolic processes, energetic and cheerful manner, informal, disheveled, fond of red, bright, upbeat or strident voice, moderate height, may have a lisp or speech impediment, walk with upper torso directed forward as the rest of their body follows behind, abrasive or off-putting demeanor.

Body The head (including the cranium, frontal and lateral lobes, and corpus callosum), eyes (encompassing the optic nerves, crystalline lens, and eyeballs), motor centers of the brain, sinus, upper jaw and its teeth (with Saturn and Taurus), blood, the adrenal glands (with Libra and Mars). Aries, along with the Sun, Moon, and Mercury, has a strong influence on the entire brain. The sense of sight is governed by this sign, in conjunction with the Sun and Moon.

Disease Cleft lip, port-wine birthmarks, epilepsy, stroke, tinea (ringworm), pink eye (conjunctivitis), acne, gum abscesses, neuralgic tooth pain, headaches, fevers, infantile seborrheic dermatitis (cradle cap), alopecia (baldness), dizziness (vertigo), injuries, gunshot injuries, convulsions, seizures, aneurysms, skin rashes.

Vocation Excel in roles that require independent motivation, originality, and impulse. Many thrive as teachers, musicians, producers, and creative artists. They are energetic, passionate, and often lead the way, making them great front-runners. They are inspiring, making them effective motivational speakers and educators. Candid, warm, and resilient, offering honesty and directness in their approach. They shine in start-up ventures, self-employment, and commission-based roles but struggle with follow-through, disliking routine and subordinate roles. They might have poor discipline and become irritable when feeling pressured or talked down to. While they are great starters, they don't always see things through to the finish.

Tarot: Emperor (IV) Hebrew: "Heh" (ה) / H Path: 15 / joining Wisdom and Beauty Angel: Melchidael or Malahidael Cell Salt: Potassium Phosphate (to ease stress and exhaustion) Gem/Stone: Sardonyx, Bloodstone, Amethyst, Diamond Alchemical Process: Calcination

Court I (0-19°): Queen of Wands / Water of Fire Court II (20-29°): Prince of Disks / Air of Earth

Decan I (0-9°): Mars / Two of Wands / Chokmah of Yod Decan II (10-19°): Sun / Three of Wands / Binah of Yod Decan III (20-29°): Venus / Four of Wands / Chesed of Yod

Age of Aries When the vernal equinox shifted from the sign of Taurus, it was believed that the solar deity took form in the Aries constellation, making the ram the embodiment of solar energy. The lamb, often associated with purity due to its gentle nature and white wool, represents the universal savior in many pagan mysteries. While Aries represented the Creator, His Son was seen as the Lamb of God. The Lamb of God is signified by the Golden Fleece that Jason was forced to win before he could assume his kingship. In Christianity, it is a cherished symbol for Christ. The lamb's blood represents the solar life entering the world through the Aries sign. In the initial stages of Christianity, the lamb was emblematic of Christ. It wasn't until after the fifth synod of Constantinople that the image of a crucified man replaced the Agnus Dei symbol. The choice of a lamb hints at Christianity's Persian origins, as Persians uniquely symbolized the zodiac's first sign with a lamb. Ancient pagans used lambs for sin offerings, so early Christian mystics saw the lamb as an apt representation of Christ, viewing Him as the world's sin offering. Sheep and goats were offered as sacrifices, and a designated scapegoat carried the sins of Israel. During the Aryan era, religious leaders were termed shepherds. Both Greeks and Egyptians revered the lamb or ram, even incorporating its horns into depictions of their deities. Thor, a Norse god, held a hammer fashioned from ram horns. A lambskin apron was worn by Freemasons over the region associated with primal desires, symbolizing the renewal of procreative energies and their dedication to divine service.

Wordplay Aries is an anagram for "arise" and the natural home of Aries is the first house of the rising sign. Additionally, Spring corresponds with the Sun rising above the celestial equator. This first month was named March after the ruling planet of Mars. In ancient Rome, March was a time when the weather began to warm up, making it more feasible for armies to mobilize and conduct campaigns ("to march"). Other notable words with connections to Aries include but are not limited to: arid, aristocracy, legionaries, emissaries, mercenaries (Mercury-Aries), apothecaries, boundaries, seminaries, disciplinarians, commentaries, sanctuaries, adversaries, libraries (Libra-Aries), dictionaries, antiquaries, contemporaries, dignitaries, intermediaries, missionaries, luminaries, votaries, cherries, contrary, countries, arrest, arrogance, arena, arouse, marred, marshal, mark, murder, martyr, tyrant, tirade, war, raw, ready, rude, raid, ignite, ignition, eruption, hilarious, varies.

Characters Athena (Greek), Moses (Bible), Wonder Woman (DC), Joker (DC), Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead), Raphael (TMNT), Hellboy (Dark Horse Comics), Klingons (Star Trek), Goku (Dragon Ball Z), Eren Yeager (Attack on Titan), Giorno Giovanna (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure), Sakura Haruno (Naruto), Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece), Kamina (Gurren Lagann), Yusuke Urameshi (Yu Yu Hakusho)

[rhinequeen]

IDK what I just got roped into when my friend said he had a buddy who was looking for people to test the ttrpg system that he had made.

I just finished reading through all the lore and it's so middle of the road "ATLA af home" but with none of the cultural tact. There's a mythologised east Asian based setting, but with none of ATLAs cultural respect. There's a magic system with 4 natural elements and a fifth spiritual element. There's a spirit world that's also kind of an afterlife that is parallel to our plane and that's where monsters come from.

Already eye rolling, but it doesn't stop there... There's 4 nations on this particular continent.

In the north, there's a nomadic, horse riding, tribal band of warriors. They are described as "large, broad shouldered and heavyset", way harier than the other races, and that "their eyes are narrower and their brows are more prominent".

Then south of them is a mountainous country with a strict social hierarchy, strong social emphasis on military service, an overbearing authoritarian government run by a "glorious leader". They're descibed as shorter, smaller and less physically capable as other races(their physical inferiority is why they're so hierarchical)

Off the coast is an isolationist island archipelago who are honourable and emotionally detached perfectionists with a history of feudal wars. And they're *slightly amphibious* having webbed hands or feet and "their eyes are double-lidded to allow for better vision underwater."

Last but not least, is a coastal nation who's claim to fame is having dealings with "trade ships from a far away land" (whos people have a very European sounding name) and it's thanks to this interaction that they have advanced technology like gunpowder, corporate interference in government and massive wealth disparity. Apparently these jungle nation people are "pale skinned with slender, athletic builds".

The homebaked system that I was enticed by in the first place is there, and I wanna give it the benefit of the doubt, but I am doubting theres any benefits and this world makes me want to commit die....

[ohblackdiamond]

black and gold (kiss/endgame crossover, part 19 of ?)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16 | part 17 | part 18

Prequel to “the end of the world tour.” Four ex-bandmates and even-more-ex-superheroes reunite in the aftermath of Thanos’ snap, and attempt to adjust.

In this chapter: "There’s shit I gotta get over. That’s what she’s telling me. I gotta do better. Be better. But I keep fucking up, you know? I keep fucking up."

After all their travels, Paul and Gene finally make it to Peter's house.

“FEMA Beneficiaries: Refugees and Rockers”

Associated Press, Chicago, Illinois

Celebrities have been the last thing on anyone’s mind lately. 

Some are tweeting-- apocalypse claims, government conspiracy theories. Some are donating, most especially Tony Stark of Stark Industries. But most have stayed silent, and stayed put.

Most. The road warriors of rock and roll, Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley of KISS, in what may be the most telling sign of the times yet, were seen in a FEMA breadline, both bearded and almost entirely unrecognizable. 

They paid for the food, before you ask. They’re traveling, they say, to Connecticut. Their path has been as fraught as any ordinary American’s; their tragedy is the world’s. Simmons and Stanley aren’t returning to their families. They have no families to return to.

Simmons is talkative enough, though Stanley is more aloof as they settle in to take a bite beneath a FEMA tent. Neither is dressed for the below-freezing weather, the seven-inch heels have taken a backseat to worn-out athletic shoes. Simmons notices my glance down.

“You like them? I was going to throw these to the crowd on the cruise,” he says. “They’re serving me better on my feet right now.”

Cruises may never happen again for years. The me-generation, franchise-heaving seventies excess that KISS once represented has never been more blatantly out of reach. Two weeks ago, I might have asked about album plans and tour stops, about Simmons’ recentish marriage and Stanley’s painting escapades. That’s irrelevant now.

I feel like just by spotting them beneath the tent, I’ve pulled the mask off the Lone Ranger. KISS exposed is just another reflection of the brave new world we’ve been saddled with, half a population struggling to survive. And yet, I’m craving. Maybe I want something to believe in among the ashes. A lunchbox superhero to greet me at the last days. Plastic-wrapped and pre-packaged. They can’t oblige-- their last crimefighting stint was in 1980-- but I’d like to see some vestiges. I’d like a little comfort.

Simmons scolds me, gently. The real heroes, in his opinion, are the FEMA workers, the healthcare workers, the law enforcement-- anyone, and everyone, who’s stepped up in the wake of the devastation. Not KISS. “We’re very ordinary, ultimately.”

“Like everyone else, we’re just trying to go home.” Stanley looks a bit surprised at his own words, then, quietly, elaborates. “We’re going to see our old bandmates.”

And what then? For once, even Simmons doesn’t have an answer. I can speculate-- Simmons in particular is known for charitable donations-- but I don’t know. At the end of the world, maybe going home is the best that they, or any of us, can do.

-- 

The road went on. Paul would drive for five hours at a time, then an hour of rest, then another five hours, then they’d sleep in parking lots or FEMA campsites or national parks. Once, they were able to wash their clothes, and twice they got to shower. 

They had run out of cash before they’d hit New England, but that didn’t matter much now that their cards were working again. They’d been eating mostly peanut butter sandwiches and whatever else they could pay for over the last several days. Gene was feeling himself falter, in odd, funny ways. Sometimes, with the lull of the motor, he could almost make himself pretend they were just on tour for a few foolish seconds, before he’d see a campsite or a pile of abandoned cars or a burnt-out building and remember. Pure escapism. 

“Gene?”

Paul reached out, patting his thigh. It was midmorning, and he was driving again. Gene stirred.

“We’re about three hours from Peter’s place, if the traffic doesn’t get any worse.”

“We better call him.” 

“Yeah. You… you go ahead and call.”

“Put it on speaker?” 

Paul inclined his head.

“Hey.” Ace’s voice was tinny.

“Hey. We should be here in about three more hours.”

“Good. Good. Lemme get Peter.” Ace didn’t cover the phone, though Gene hadn’t expected him to, and he could hear Ace yelling Peter’s name. Could practically feel Paul stiffen up as Peter’s voice came through the speaker. 

“Three hours?”

“Yeah. Hopefully.” Gene felt his lips start to raise in a battered attempt at a smile. “Don’t roll out the red carpet.”

“I won’t. Ace told me about the fucking truck.”

Paul mumbled a curse barely below his breath. 

“Do you need anything?” It felt a little stupid to ask. “We weren’t sure how much you’d been able to get out.”

“We ain’t been out at all, Gene.” 

God. Gene glanced sidelong at Paul, who didn’t glance his way. They both had to be going completely stir-crazy. They both used to get so antsy on tour when KISS had been stuck, really stuck, in their hotel rooms. Even Paul had succumbed once or twice to the standard rockstar antics, throwing all his furniture out the window in a fit of pique (and, Gene suspected, drunkenness).

“Is it really that bad out there?”

“You’d know better than us. Wouldn’t you?”

“Petey…” Ace again.

“Ace just won’t leave me here alone. I didn’t figure he’d be playing fucking nursemaid out here.”

“’M just trying to help.”

“Trying to–”

“We’ve got some loaf bread and canned goods, but we don’t have very much else. We’ll be bringing those. If there’s anything you need, we can try to get it.” Gene didn’t elaborate on how difficult it was to really get even basic staples, between the rioting and looting. The help from FEMA had been sluggish at best.

“We don’t need any–”

“Oranges,” Ace said.

“Oranges?” Paul, incredulous. “Are you kidding?”

“You don’t gotta go out of your way for ’em–”

“What do you want with oranges?”

“Well, I wanna eat ’em, Paul. Open my mouth and chew and swallow.” Ace’s tone was unusually dry. Not even the hint of a laugh in his voice. “They’re healthy.”

“You don’t ever  fucking quit, do you?” Peter snapped out.

“Peter, I didn’t mean–”

“We’ll try to get some oranges,” Gene said quickly. “We’ll see you soon.”

–

Paul was quiet from then on. It took longer than the three hours he’d been vying for. For whatever reason, Paul had gotten hellbent on those oranges, stopping in five different areas before he was able to garner a plastic bag full of them. 

“What’d you pay for those?” Gene asked, once they’d gotten back in the truck. Paul just winced and started up the motor.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Why did you care that much about getting them?”

“You don’t wanna know that, either.”

“Try me.”

“She said there was a call for me if I wanted it.”

Gene started to ask who she was. Then he realized he probably knew. Paul must be in bad shape again, thinking of her, thinking he’d heard from her.

“I was trying so hard to figure it out. I was always figuring with her. She was like that.” Paul’s eyes were on the road. “But it’s obvious, isn’t it? The only calls I’m ever going to get now are from them. There’s shit I gotta get over. That’s what she’s telling me. I gotta do better. Be better. But I keep fucking up, you know? I keep fucking up.”

“Paul–”

“You know it’s true. I can’t help myself. Here I am about to stay at Peter’s house and I haven’t even talked to him one on one. What the hell is wrong with me? I know that guy. I-I know him. I fucking lived on the road with him for over ten years. God, I–”

“Paul–”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when I see him.”

“You’re overthinking it. Stop.” Maybe it was too much of a brush off, but he thought, in his way, Paul might have appreciated it. He didn’t stiffen up the way he normally did when offended, at least, and after a bit, Paul reached over, touching Gene’s knee.

The road went on. The pavement’s endless stretch. Highways and interstates, on and on, in the hopes of something eternal. The road took Gene back, too, back to thinking about Peter, less abstractly now that the journey was ending.

Peter had always had the best taste. Which was funny, looking back-- the high school dropout of the group, who’d grown up the oldest of about half a dozen kids in the middle of Brooklyn, able to pick out the hippest outfits, the best designs. The best-looking women, arguably. The best-looking houses. His mansion in Greenwich, easily dwarfed though it was in comparison to Gene or Paul’s places, or even Ace’s old home in Wilton, had a class that nobody else’s place could even hope to have. It looked like it came out of a storybook, tucked within four acres of Connecticut forest. In the winter it looked like Currier and Ives; in the summer, it-- in the summer, it looked just as radiant. 

At least, that was how it used to be. 

The first thing Peter had done once the Reunion tour had started was buy that place back. That was Peter for you. Sentimentality incarnate. Everything like it was before. Paul had joked once, cruelly, that he’d been surprised Peter hadn’t done the whole damn house back up in wood paneling and shag carpets once it was his again. Even at the time, Gene had thought it was a hell of a thing for Paul to say while painting himself up in the makeup from twenty years prior.

Paul had turned off the GPS maybe fifteen minutes before they’d pulled into his driveway, evidently knowing the route far better than Gene would’ve ever anticipated. Peter’s place was on a private drive, though that had ceased to matter over the last few weeks. Looking at the house’s exterior now, it wasn’t dilapidated or even unkempt. Just older. The styling was giving its age away.

“You ready?”

Paul had already parked, but he hadn’t moved to even unbuckle himself. He had pulled down the vanity mirror, was staring at himself in silence. 

“We look like shit,” he said. 

“Ace and Peter aren’t gonna look any better.”

“We should’ve tried to get razors after shiva was over.” Paul ran his fingers over the heavy, coarse facial hair on his jawline, the gray streaks surprisingly far outnumbered by black, even now. “They’ve never seen me look this bad.”

“Paul, they aren’t gonna give a fuck right now.” 

“I do.”

“You are absolutely the vainest man I’ve ever met in my life.”

“It’s not just that. Gene, Ace hasn’t even left the house yet because of Peter. If Peter sees me looking like this, if he thinks I can’t hold it together, then– then maybe I can’t, maybe I won’t be able to–”

“You don’t have to. All you have to do is get out of the truck.”

Paul bit his lip and unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of the truck in silence. Gene helped him take their luggage out of the back.

He’d thought it would feel so much more definite. Like all those moments where his life had turned on the tiniest hinge. The sight of Bill Aucoin in his smart suit, offering them a record contract inside of two weeks. The sight of his firstborn in the hospital, that head full of dark hair, those bright eyes.

The sight of four talismans in a velvet box. 

Paul was behind him, luggage handle in one hand, bag of oranges in the other. He was dragging the luggage carelessly up the brick front porch stairs, the wheels rattling against them in protest.  Gene hadn’t so much as reached for the door knocker before the door swung open. 

Ace. 

Ace, in jeans and a t-shirt and socks. His goatee was somewhat unkempt. No sunglasses– not that he expected him in them, but it had been years and years since Gene had seen him without them. No makeup, either. Ace’s skin was as bad as ever, sallow and scarred, a couple of pimples right on the side of one cheek. The poor alien bastard still had acne at sixty-three. 

Gene hugged him. Fully. It was the first time in years he had, without there being a show or a ceremony or a pile of fans with their phones trying to record the moment. Just shoved himself against him, arms wrapping tight around him. Ace buckled a bit, thrown off-balance as always, but he hugged him back in turn, face pressing briefly against his shirt, then pulling away. Gene felt Ace clasp a hand briefly against his back just before he let go. 

“Hey, Gene,” he said. “Hey, Paul. C’min.”

They stepped inside. Gene made room for Paul, who put an arm around Ace for a brief, quiet moment, and then pushed the bag of oranges into his hands. Ace’s expression changed a little then, became almost searching, before it faltered. 

“Where’s Peter?”

“He… he’s in the kitchen. Paul, he’s not–”

“I know.” Paul strode past them both, going past the entranceway and the dining room, heading straight for the kitchen. Ace followed a bit behind, then Gene, a weird quiver somewhere in the tips of his fingers, and in his throat. Peter’s place was still too familiar, even with some newer decor. Enough remnants of the past remained. A set of raku tea bowls Lydia’d bought him on tour in Japan was still in the armoire in the dining room. A faded photo of Peter from his First Communion was on a buffet table. And there behind the sink, next to the windowsill, was a tarnished silver ring dish in the shape of a cat, one paw up, its tail covered in an assortment of rings. Peter had had that since their third tour, a memento, though Gene couldn’t remember where he’d received it. His eyes were darting everywhere– the clean stovetop and microwave, the print of The Last Supper on the wall, the dirty plates on the table– everywhere except for at Peter. 

Peter, who was sitting down against the fridge, wrapped up in a blanket. He had shaved, but badly, white stubble peeking out in patches across his chin. He only barely lifted his head when they walked in.

“Pete,” Gene started. Peter shifted, putting out a hand against the floor, like he was about to brace himself and get up. But Paul got there first. Gene could barely believe it as he watched Paul crouch down, squat at first, before getting on his knees and putting an arm around him, there on the floor. 

Peter was crying. Gene had seen it a hundred times at least, but never like this. Not a shudder, barely a sound, just the tears. Paul held him there, rubbing his shoulder, without a murmur. Gene glanced at Ace, realizing suddenly that this was what Ace had been dealing with all this time, why Ace didn’t want to leave him alone. He was afraid for him, terribly so.

Paul let go once the tears seemed to stop, standing up a bit awkwardly. After a moment or two, Peter stood, too, after unraveling from the blanket. The effort of getting up made him grunt a bit, rubbing his back. He was in a t-shirt and pajamas. Gene hadn’t seen Peter in anything quite that casual in more than ten years. 

“You made it.”

“We made it.”

“You… Gene, you…”

Then Gene was holding him. Peter had never felt fragile to him before now. He was thin, those drummers’ arms all but gone when he grasped Gene’s waist. Gene could feel those shuddering breaths against him, but as Ace had done with Paul, Peter let go abruptly. 

(you’re feeling it)

(aren’t you?)

Gene didn’t know. All he knew was a peace and security that he thought he’d lost forever. All he knew was that he was sure he could make it now. Sure this was what they all needed. They had scraped together before. They could do it again. They would do it again. A few days together, maybe even a week or two, to… to get settled, to start to… reckon with themselves, with the world, to maybe… to maybe start to heal. Warmth melded with exhaustion in his bones as he pulled up a chair, sinking down into the seat. 

“Y-you can tell us the whole trip later,” said Peter quietly. “But you gotta shower first. Both of you stink.” 

“It’s Road Warrior,” Gene said, feeling the wobbling remnants of a smile skirt the edges of his face. “Very unique aroma, for the discerning traveler.”

“It’s B.O.,” Ace said, laughing harder than the statement merited, that old cackle, reaching over to clasp a hand on Gene’s back. “Ain’t got an excuse now, Geno. Get washed up. We’ll, we’ll make you some sandwiches or something, we…” 

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” As quickly as he’d come into the kitchen, Paul was darting out again, already headed for where Gene vaguely remembered the master bed and bath being. But he turned, calling over his shoulder, voice wobbling slightly. “You’re okay with us, right? You’ll let us–”

Ace shook his head.

“Christ, after all that, you want an invite, Paul? You were let in forty years ago.”

[honourablejester]

My sister and I were talking about Fallout, and we were just idly considering, if you had a Fallout game set in Ireland, what would the setting be like? Considering Fallout’s particular alternate 1950s post-apocalyptic B-movie setting. How would that mesh with Ireland’s peculiarities?

(Sidenote: I’m talking specifically about southern Ireland here, and in particular small town Ireland is what I’m familiar with)

And we figured some elements of Fallout: Ireland would be:

Pre-war nuclear powered farm equipment. Tractors are the foundations of Irish society. Rusted nuclear tractors are going to be a strong setting feature.

Mutant sheep. What brahmin and bighorners are to American Fallout, sheep are going to be to Irish Fallout (well, and brahmin). Farming is huge in Ireland. And it’d be funny and/or terrifying to meet massive wandering herds of mutant sheep wandering around the landscape. That typical Irish encounter, where you have to pause on the road to wait out a farmer moving a herd of sheep, only now you’re on foot and surrounded by Fallout sheep.

Fishing fleets. While Ireland does have a military and a government, they’re not really the institutions that the American military and government are? In a post-apocalyptic setting where order broke down, the factions in Ireland are going to be significantly more localised. But certain industries would absolutely remain big enough to be factions, and the fishing industry is 100% one of them. An Irish fishing fleet stood off a Russian naval exercise IRL. So. Fallout: Ireland could definitely have a floating militarised faction based entirely on the pre-war fishing fleets.

(You might have the Rangers as a military faction. The Ranger Wing is probably the part of the Irish military that does have a mythology to it)

Speaking of factions, if national order breaks down and fractures, the two units it’s likely going to break down into are: parishes and GAA. Particularly if we’re basing it off an alternate 1950s Ireland.

Parishes: Fallout is weird about religion, and appears to mostly try to avoid it. Which … will be difficult in an Irish setting, especially if the game is located near the border, but lets say we do the Fallout thing and lose most of RL religion. What weird cult is going to replace it? And, in Ireland, the rituals that might stick will probably be things like the grottos and wishing wells and pilgrimage walks, and most of those are related to Mary (at least in Catholic Ireland). So … there might be a goddess cult? The Blue Mother. Probably with a lot of water associations. In terms of the physical art and statues and the physical rituals that might survive, a lot of it will probably feature Mary.

Doing a Fallout and avoiding religion probably will be wise in a Fallout: Ireland setting, just to avoid recreating The Troubles post-apocalyptically. Though, depending on where you set the game, you probably can have corrupted remnants of the conflict. Whether you should is a different question.

GAA: And in terms of tribes, if society devolves, in Ireland it will devolve around the Gaelic Athletic Association. Because your local club is the defining feature in Ireland, especially in the 50s. Those are your colours, those are your allegiances. The only other main contender is family, so you could also have good old fashioned familial tribes (the mammy mafia, 300 year old ghoul grannies running familial gangs), but GAA will also be a significant local focal point.

Which brings up the fun option of post-apocalyptic hurling. Because. Look. Hurling was always warrior training. Part of the myth of Cú Chulainn, how he got his name, was because Setanta, his boy self, killed a massive hound by driving a sliotar down its neck with a hurl, and became the ‘hound’ (cú) of the smith Culann (the hound’s owner) to make up for it. Remember talking to the guy in Diamond City about his post-apocalyptic interpretations of pre-war baseball? In a Fallout version of Ireland, the post-apocalyptic and pre-war versions of hurling will not be that far apart. Sliotar grenades that you launch with a hurl strike? Genuinely something several hurling teams have probably thought about IRL. Hurls will be a standard melee weapon in Fallout: Ireland.

In terms of the B-movie elements, the mutants and cryptids and cults that make up the Fallout landscape …

There’s going to be a lot of mutant horses. Irish myth is full of horses. Kelpies. Pooka. There’s going to be mutant carnivorous bog horses, and camouflaged mutant ‘ghost’ horses that can drag you across half the map. There’s also going to be mutant deer. There might also be mutant elk. Like radstags, but bigger. And quite possibly a lot more aquatic wildlife. Ireland’s an island nation. Mutant pike. Mutant seals. Mutant dolphins. Ghoul seals. Possible sentient seal people, maybe as the supermutant equivalent? Kind of merge supermutants and mirelurks, and likely call the end result Formorians.

And, speaking of Formorians, there has to be at least one enemy type with a massive eyebeam, because Balor of the Evil Eye. Think an assaultron’s eyebeam, but on something wholly organic, a supermutant equivalent. An elite Formorian variant.

There could be an interesting merging of ghouls and the sídhe, now that I think about it. The people of the barrows, the people of the mounds. The people of Ireland Before, who moved into a underground otherworld when the bombs fell. You could definitely do something with ghouls and the sídhe, in an Irish Fallout setting. And actually, if they do take more elements of sídhe, the ghoul faction might well be a respected faction, more so than many of the American Fallout games. Ireland has more of an ancestral/elder respect element going (‘back in my day’), and ghouls would be where knowledge survived. So you could very easily have a powerful scholarly ghoul faction under the banner of the Sídhe. College is a big thing in Ireland. Fallout 4’s CIT, in a Fallout: Ireland that could so easily be a ghoul faction, centred on one of the University Colleges or Institutes of Technology That could actually be a faction divide too, the humanity-focused UCs vs the technically focused ITs. You could have ghoul college factions.

Then there’s the question of where to set the game. Realistically, it’s going to be Dublin, because Fallout games tend to be centred on urban centres, and in Ireland Dublin is the city. I sort of don’t want it to be set in Dublin, but likely it would be. And you would have some interesting locations in the Dublin environs and things like the Wicklow mountains for the rest of the map. You have the airport, the port, Phoenix Park, outlying areas like Greystones, Bray, Howth, Balbriggan, Lucan, and possibly Naas or Dundalk in a DLC. You’d have the north/south divide as a possible faction boundary. Put the ghoul Sídhe in Trinity College.

(Thinking about that, actually, Ireland doesn’t have a lot of actual underground spaces. We don’t have a metro/subway/tube, almost all our transport is surface transport. So the subway stations that are such a feature of most Fallout games will not be a thing in Fallout: Ireland. But we do have older spaces. Newgrange, Knowth, Dowth, the passage tombs. Souterrains. Medieval cellars.)

It’d be fun to set it somewhere else, though. Waterford, Cork, Galway, Derry. Not Limerick. No offense to Limerick, but I don’t know if I’d want Angela’s Ashes: Fallout Edition. Although Limerick does have a lot of interesting hinterlands. So does Galway. Galway might let you use a post-apocalyptic Burren as a more alien nearby landscape.

… Anyway. That was a whole conversation. How to convert the Fallout setting and themes to a post-apocalyptic Ireland. Heh. Fallout is quite specifically America, building on 50s Americana mythology. But there are elements that would merge interestingly with an Ireland set in the same universe.

[sunnyranalkar94]

Fuel Your Day with Two Wheels: Why Daily Cycling Should Be Your New Habit

The morning alarm screams, and your motivation hits the snooze button faster than a Tour de France champion. Sound familiar? We all crave healthy habits, but finding something enjoyable and sustainable can be a tricky climb.

But what if the answer was waiting right outside your door, whispering sweet nothings with two wheels and a breeze in its spokes?

Yes, friends, I'm talking about daily cycling. It's not just a nostalgic childhood memory; it's a powerful exercise routine that fuels your body, mind, and even the planet. Still not convinced? Let's crank up the gears and explore why you should consider making cycling your daily companion.

Health Benefits That Leave You Breathless (In a Good Way!)

Cycling isn't just about scenic rides and wind-tousled hair (although those are pretty awesome perks). It's a cardio king, strengthening your heart and lungs with every pedal stroke. This translates to lower blood pressure, reduced risk of diabetes, and even a stronger immune system. Feeling sluggish? A daily cycle invigorates your body, leaving you feeling energized and ready to conquer your day.

More Than Just a Physical Fix: Your Mental Wellness Gets a Tune-Up

Think cycling is just about leg power? Think again! Studies show that pedaling your way to work or enjoying a leisurely afternoon ride can significantly reduce stress and anxiety. The rhythmic motion and fresh air act as natural mood boosters, leaving you feeling calmer and more focused. Say goodbye to that post-work slump and hello to a clear, balanced mind.

Saving the Planet, One Pedal Stroke at a Time

Let's face it, our planet needs heroes, and cyclists are some of the coolest ones around. Ditching the car for your trusty two-wheeler reduces your carbon footprint and air pollution, making a real difference in the fight against climate change. Bonus points if you use your bike for errands or commuting – you'll be surprised how much you can accomplish on two wheels!

Accessibility: The Beauty of Cycling Lies in Its Simplicity

Unlike some forms of exercise, cycling doesn't discriminate. Whether you're a seasoned athlete or a weekend warrior, there's a bike and a pace out there for you. Start with short, leisurely rides and gradually increase distance or intensity as you build your fitness. Plus, it's easy on your joints, making it a perfect option for people of all ages and abilities.

Ready to Get Rolling?

So, are you ready to trade four wheels for two and experience the transformative power of daily cycling? It's an investment in your health, happiness, and the planet. Remember, small steps lead to big changes, so start with a ride around the block and see where the journey takes you. You might just surprise yourself with how much you enjoy the view (and the endorphin rush!).

Join the Movement!

Share your cycling journey in the comments below! What motivates you to ride? What are your favorite routes or tips for beginners? Let's build a community of cycling enthusiasts and inspire each other to keep pedaling towards a healthier, happier planet.

Remember, the road to a healthier you starts with a single pedal stroke. So, what are you waiting for? Get out there and ride!

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Comfort First: Unveiling the Best Cushioned Men's Running Sneakers for Long-Distance Runs

In the world of long-distance running, one principle stands tall above the rest - comfort. The right pair of running sneakers can make or break your experience on the pavement, and nothing is more crucial than a well-cushioned sole that absorbs the impact of each stride. In this guide, we delve into the realm of comfort, unveiling the best-cushioned men’s sneakers online in India for those who dare to conquer the miles.

The Importance of Comfort in Long-Distance Running

Long-distance running is not just a physical challenge; it's a mental and emotional journey that requires dedication and resilience. However, without the right equipment, this journey can quickly become a painful ordeal. Your feet bear the brunt of every step, absorbing shock and maintaining balance. Without proper cushioning, the repetitive impact can lead to discomfort, fatigue, and even injury.

Investing in the right pair of running sneakers is an investment in your well-being as a runner. Comfortable shoes not only provide a more enjoyable running experience but also contribute to your overall performance and longevity in the sport.

The Top Contenders for Cushioned Bliss

1. Nike Air Zoom Pegasus 38

Nike has long been a powerhouse in the athletic footwear industry, and the Air Zoom Pegasus 38 is no exception. Renowned for its exceptional cushioning technology, this shoe boasts a responsive Nike React foam midsole. The Air Zoom units in the forefoot and heel add an extra layer of cushioning, ensuring a smooth and comfortable ride even during the longest runs.

2. Brooks Ghost 14

Brooks has carved a niche for itself as a brand dedicated to the science of running. The Ghost 14 continues this legacy with its BioMoGo DNA and DNA LOFT cushioning, providing a perfect balance of softness and responsiveness. The segmented crash pad adds to the plush feel, making it an ideal choice for runners seeking lasting comfort.

3. Adidas Ultraboost 21

Adidas has redefined comfort with its Ultraboost series, and the Ultraboost 21 takes it to the next level. The Boost midsole technology delivers an energy-returning cushioning that adapts to your stride, providing a personalized and comfortable fit. The Primeknit upper enhances breathability, making it a top pick for long-distance enthusiasts.

4. Hoka One One Bondi 7

Known for its maximalist approach to cushioning, Hoka One One has gained a dedicated following among distance runners. The Bondi 7 features an EVA midsole with a plush feel, offering maximum cushioning without sacrificing stability. The Meta-Rocker technology ensures a smooth and efficient roll through the gait cycle, making it an excellent choice for those seeking a comfortable, fatigue-free run.

5. New Balance Fresh Foam 1080v11

New Balance has consistently delivered reliable and comfortable running shoes, and the Fresh Foam 1080v11 is no exception. The Fresh Foam midsole provides a soft and cushioned feel, while the Hypoknit upper offers a secure fit. Whether you're a seasoned marathoner or a weekend warrior, these shoes will keep your feet comfortable mile after mile.

Choosing the Right Fit for You

While the shoes listed above are among the best-cushioned options on the market, it's crucial to remember that the perfect pair depends on individual preferences and running styles. Before making a purchase, consider the following factors:

Foot Type:

Determine your foot arch and pronation type to find a shoe that offers the right support.

Terrain:

Consider the surfaces you'll be running on. Some shoes are designed specifically for road running, while others excel on trails.

Fit:

Ensure the shoes fit snugly but not too tight. Your toes should have room to move, and there should be no excessive pressure points.

Personal Comfort:

Ultimately, the best-cushioned running shoe is the one that feels most comfortable for you. Take the time to try on different options and go for a short run or walk to assess how they feel in action.

Run without Pain, Run with Style!

In the realm of long-distance running, prioritizing comfort is not a luxury; it's a necessity. The best-cushioned men's running sneakers discussed here – the Nike Air Zoom Pegasus 38, Adidas Ultraboost 21, Brooks Ghost 14, and Hoka One One Bondi 7 – represent the pinnacle of footwear engineering, offering a harmonious blend of cushioning, support, and durability.

Remember, the right running shoe is a personal choice, and what works for one may not work for another. Take the time to try on different options, consider your running style and preferences, and invest in a pair that not only supports your feet but also motivates you to conquer those long-distance runs with confidence. After all, when it comes to running, comfort should always come first. If you are looking for affordable online shopping sites in India to buy men’s sneakers shoes online in India you can check out Mavshack live.

Embarking on a long-distance run is a feat that requires dedication, training, and the right equipment. When it comes to footwear, prioritizing comfort is non-negotiable. The best-cushioned men's running sneakers mentioned above are not just shoes; they are companions in your journey, ensuring that every step is a step toward your goals, not a painful setback. Invest in your comfort, and let the miles unfold beneath your feet with ease.

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Why Aidan is Revolutionizing Cycling and Sports Jerseys for Athletes

When it comes to performance gear, athletes know that quality matters. Aidan Global has been making waves in the world of custom sportswear, offering cycling and sports jerseys that prioritize comfort, durability, and style. Whether you’re a professional cyclist or a weekend warrior, understanding why Aidan Global is a top choice for team apparel can give your group the edge it needs on the track, road, or field.

The Aidan Global Advantage Aidan Global isn’t just a sportswear brand; it’s a game-changer for athletic apparel. Here’s what makes their jerseys stand out:

Race-Fit Design: Tailored for maximum comfort and performance, the jerseys are designed to fit snugly while allowing freedom of movement.

Premium Moisture-Wicking Fabric: No matter how intense your training or competition, Aidan Global jerseys help you stay dry and focused.

Customizable Options: Aidan Global understands the importance of team identity, which is why their jerseys come with customizable options. You can add your team logo, name, and unique design to make your group stand out.

Why Cyclists Prefer Aidan Global Jerseys Cycling is a sport that tests not just the body but also the gear you rely on. Aidan Global’s cycling jerseys offer:

Optimal Breathability: The lightweight fabric ensures air circulation, keeping you cool on long rides.

Durability for Long-Term Use: Designed to withstand the rigors of training and competition.

A Perfect Fit for All Riders: Whether you’re riding solo or part of a group, Aidan Global’s jerseys provide the ideal fit.

Building Team Unity with Custom Jerseys Custom jerseys are more than just a uniform; they represent team spirit and unity. Aidan Global’s jerseys help teams build camaraderie while promoting a professional and cohesive look. Teams can choose from a range of colors and styles to reflect their personality and identity.

How to Get Started with Aidan Global Getting started is simple. Visit the Aidan Global website to browse available options and begin customizing your jerseys. The process is seamless, from design to delivery, ensuring your team is race-ready in no time.

Choosing the right cycling and sports jerseys can make all the difference in your performance and group morale. Aidan Global sets a new standard for custom sportswear by combining comfort, durability, and style. For cycling groups looking to step up their game, Aidan Global is the go-to brand for quality and innovation.

Check out the latest collection and start designing your custom jerseys today. Visit Aidan Global’s website to learn more and explore options for your team.

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Best Physiotherapy in Noida

Title: Best Physiotherapy in Noida – Expert Care at KR Physiotherapy

If you are looking for the best physiotherapy in Noida, KR Physiotherapy is your go-to clinic. With a team of highly experienced professionals, we specialize in providing personalized physiotherapy solutions tailored to your unique needs. Whether you are recovering from an injury, managing chronic pain, or seeking post-surgical rehabilitation, KR Physiotherapy is here to support your journey towards better health.

Why Choose KR Physiotherapy in Noida?

Expert Physiotherapists At KR Physiotherapy, we have a team of the best physiotherapists in Noida. Our specialists are trained in the latest techniques and bring years of experience to ensure that you receive the most effective treatment for your condition.

Comprehensive Treatment Options From sports injury management to neurological rehabilitation, KR Physiotherapy offers a wide range of services. Our clinic is known for its expertise in treating back pain, knee injuries, and post-operative care, making us the best physiotherapy clinic in Noida.

State-of-the-Art Facilities We believe that quality care comes with the right tools and environment. Our clinic is equipped with modern physiotherapy equipment to help you recover faster and improve your mobility.

Personalized Care Plans Every patient at KR Physiotherapy receives a customized treatment plan based on their specific needs. We take the time to understand your medical history and goals to create the most effective rehabilitation program.

Convenient Location Located in the heart of Noida, our clinic is easily accessible for residents across the city, making it a top choice for those searching for the best physiotherapy in Noida.

Services Offered by KR Physiotherapy

Back Pain Treatment suffering from chronic back pain? Our team provides targeted therapies to help you regain strength and live pain-free.

Sports Injury Rehabilitation whether you are an athlete or a weekend warrior, we offer tailored rehabilitation programs to help you recover quickly and safely.

Post-Surgical Physiotherapy Recovery after surgery is crucial for long-term health. At KR Physiotherapy, we ensure that your rehabilitation process is smooth and effective.

Knee Pain Therapy Knee pain can severely limit your mobility. Our specialized knee pain physiotherapy treatments are designed to alleviate pain and restore function.

Neurological Rehabilitation We offer comprehensive physiotherapy treatments for neurological conditions such as stroke, spinal cord injuries, and more.

Benefits of Physiotherapy at KR Physiotherapy

Improved mobility and flexibility

Faster recovery from injuries

Long-term pain relief without medications

Enhanced physical strength and endurance

Personalized attention and care from the best physiotherapists in Noida

Book Your Appointment Today

Don’t let pain or injury slow you down. KR Physiotherapy is committed to providing top-quality care that ensures optimal recovery and long-term health. For those searching for the best physiotherapy in Noida, look no further. Call us today to schedule your appointment and take the first step towards a pain-free life.

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